An Epic, More or Less

He who hopes to grow in spirit. . . . 

will not be afraid of the destructive act: 

half the house will have to come down. 

—Cavafy, “Growing in Spirit” 

If that’s what the old man believes

Muse, keep piling on the detritus— 

Then have caterpillars tread on me, 

Mopping up the mess. 

Realtor Turned Politician Selling America

Nothing specious about 

this property 

so deceptively spacious 

and so upfront—just 

imagine you’re a midget

playing pool with an ace 

up your sleeve, a big white house 

in your ass pocket.

Elderly Immigrant in Rest Home

What more you want me to say? 

They brought me to America 

When I was not yet four— 

No memories of the motherland, 

No children no dreams left 

To even up the score. 

Curtains in Hellas

….and the winning entry in our annual 

Summer Art Imitating Nature category is

Ms. Phyllophila Ephemera’s highly original 

And bewitchingly lifelike pattern—

A myriad of houseflies captured for posterity 

On an arresting white background! 

(Applause) 

The Proprietor of the Paradise Inn

Tainted goods? My apologies 

But they weren’t always spoiled— 

They went off when 

I caught them in the pantry 

With their pants down, eating 

Rotten apples.