Paul Hostovsky | August 29, 2008
It bothers the father more than the father can say,
this sound of the teeth and tongue of the son chewing
the food in the open mouth, this food that was the work
of the mother sitting beside the father and beside
the son, the mother between the father and the son, staring
down at the food on her [...]
Brad Hatfield | August 27, 2008
It is precisely because there is no God,
At least not one that hovers overhead
And looks and sounds like
A giant, semi-transparent Charlton Heston,
That we must not sin.
Sin wouldn’t matter so much
If there was a nicely muscled
Sky-bound Michelangelo figurine,
Even some indignant angels,
A demarcated heaven and hell,
A legible book of days
A risen scapegoat, any old chance
At transcendent [...]
