My copy of Gargoyle #62 finally arrived in my mailbox — after a little detour to my former apartment. Thanks to the postal service for sending it on!
The 394-page thick issue has within its covers two poems of mine: “A Reading” and “A Drinking Solo.” Here are three lines from a poem:
Water under the ridge, I say. It’s a day
when the news fills with familiar
terrors: suicide, parricide, coincide.