Dabney Stuart

  The magician is sawing light in half, his sheer, importunate spell meshed in the bright cardiovascular net- body suspended in air before him. A writhe of pain or supple ecstasy shivers through it, a blind name he hums, his blade c [...]

I am a gray man leaning in a corner, but my heart sizzles with excitement, a trapeze artist so incandescent the ends of the earth seem bits of string you tie on your finger to remember by. I have clearly done my part in passing on. Who would have tho [...]

1. He finds it too much to handle I reached into the mother's dry nest and removed the new egg. I cradled it in my arms looking about, looking about, and discovered a little thing to do with it. But it was too large to flush down the toilet. I heave [...]

Nevermind a local license plate in front of me at a stoplight yesterday said AGE, or that another was studded with my late grandmother's nickname, or that the first two stones I saw in the neighborhood graveyard said RAPER and READ. I can manage all [...]

               Who can know what all his                mortalities are?                        —Farad Karaji 1.             That midwinter day You could almost Say the sandpipers amb [...]