Dan Micklethwaite's 'Death Burlesque'

Death BurlesqueThere is no music.There is a body. Clothed.Furs and feathers. He has caught them all.He takes a rifle, powder, lead. He used to lie flat in the dirt, waiting for days sometimes just to get a view of his quarry, to get enough of a sighting to start...

Ben Rasnic's 'Scenes from an Earlier Life'

Scenes from an Earlier Life (Lee Theater, Pennington Gap, Va.)Before sealing its doors in ’78it was THE place to be Saturday nights,line forming from the ticket booth stretchingdown Morgan Avenue, flexed and undulating like a human centipede; where checking out...

William Bedford's Angel

The Angel with the RucksackI used to believe in angelsthe way we were taught to believe,but my angel with a rucksackseemed to arrive from nowhere,like plates flying across a kitchen,children learning to talk,I had never met anything quite like her.‘Are you going to...

Myfanwy Fox's Summer Christmas

In Season The shimmer of a sun-scorched mackerel skyreflects in heat-haze off a sweating road;bakes plate glass windows: the shop an ovencooking beach-read books, tangled strappy tops,“Ray-Bans”, hot pants; smell of sweat and suntan oil;ice cream dribbling from a...

Greyhound

    Greyhound
 
 In the thin rain, the theatrical frame of a greyhound; a slip of grey felt shrug on the weathering ribs, emblazoned with a voluminous pale pink shiver of ballerina. Was it you who tied these shimmering loops on the back of this withering...