Ship-timber Beetle One cow, then another, ignites in the March sun, then stands in the long shadows and crops hay. Death does not level all: if you covered the earth with pyramids whose tips all reached the same height, then somehow managed to put you hand on all of them at once, they would not
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All the good comic books have been picked through here at the Dunaway Rex-All Drug Store at the Cobb County Shopping Center, so I’m not sure what to do. We get out only once a week, every Friday, Father and Mother and I, for supper. After dessert, Father gives me my due –my allowance, twenty-five
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A sonnet on unsteady buildings On homeward roads the granite houses march, their roofs pulled low against the lash of rain, their windows streaming sea-spray, rustic arch and cobbled path fence-deep in mud again. They’re drunk. The town is famed for drunken homes, its pavements wet with whiskey and its gutters deep in rum. Each
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The world has seen a lot of chics over the years: casual chic, beach chic, The Iron Chic. Until recently my all-time favorite was easily heroin chic, popularized in the 90s by English supermodel and superwaif Kate Moss. But when Los Angeles Times writer Dan Neil coined the phrase “atheist chic” to better describe what
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Document B attempts to reconstruct the original facsimile in language questionable at some points not only from the dialect, but because the ink was smeared in the transmission requiring a best guess at its meaning. The Martian stones originally were kept from view because they compromise widely held beliefs of space and government. “Widely” here
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