The Thief’s Imp
Here is a man whose wildness takes place in dream, in a corner of a Parisian
apartment, on a narrow cot. Here is a man who never dreams except of a curve of
Noir Fiction
In noir fiction, a classic McMuffin would be
a sandwich that holds no meaning per se
nor is its nature or essence revealed.
It serves as a breakfast menu item
to “move the
We Come in Peace: The Goodwill Messages on the Moon
High above us, on the dusty surface of the moon, a microscopic illuminated text
blesses the heavens.
NASA summarized
[https://history.nasa.gov/ap11-35ann/goodwill/Apollo_11_material.pdf] the
strange afterthought like
The Burning
What kind of bellow
is this over bodies
stockpiled in trucks
cooled by—Lazarus’ finger?
Put it—
out of mind, yes,
like the names of the unburied, the
shot on the run, in
First Art Love
Growing up in East Los Angeles, my family’s idea of art was the portrait of a
snowy-haired man praying over his loaf of bread. “Give Us Our Daily Bread” was
the implication