Tag Archives: Rich Ives

A Victim of Potential

I know every detail’s important but one eluded me as if it knew what I was going to use it for I’m not sure if I can go back and reconstruct the intentions that contained not knowing I didn’t know … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

A List of Things You Might Want to Reconsider

why The Book of Reasons did not mention you why many of the explanations were not more difficult to understand than the questions why I would get down on my knees and shake hands with your dog why the photograph’s … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged | Leave a comment

Empire of Illumination

Light enters the window as if it were there to be contained in an oddly shaped box, open on the side facing forward. It seems to have weight and body, and it fits exactly, and therefore does not fall forward … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction | Tagged | 1 Comment

The Birth of an Angel’s Desire

Sometimes the angel Thomas calls the dog Harold. Harold’s left feet have three toes. The angel counted them twice.   The clouds are back. A young red-headed girl is here, holding a lime in one hand and in the other … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction | Tagged | Leave a comment

Leda Redux

1. I should like to report a few observations concerning a recent uncorroborated if nevertheless independent report, citing a rather curious event as footnote to a study focused on our belovèd swans’ juvenile dietary habits, which described the unexpected and … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction | Tagged | Leave a comment

A Second Generation Citizenship Test

Now give three ways in which a mushroom is different from an exiled dandelion. Now elicit praise for the historical Ms. Outlaw. Her perfume of leisure. Descending. Little Petrov hides in the barn reading Of Demons, Kings and Winged Horses. … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction | Tagged | Leave a comment

Sidekick

Chester is yet another useful insect. No one knows how long ago insects began to contain themselves in honey and wax, but many insects believe Chester’s ancestors were the first. Before that, they were tall lanky migrant workers. They wandered … Continue reading

Posted in Fiction | Tagged | Leave a comment