Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
COMMANDO As I sat in the pub by myself the biggish young woman came back in and sat on the high chair. I began to look and see that her legs were open and were pointing in my direction. She Continue reading Commando by Marc Carver
A Few Places of Interest 1. As I walk over the bridge city on my right I see a man staring into a woman’s eyes when I look again I see how old he is and how young she is. Continue reading A Few Places of Interest by Marc Carver