How can borders that look so wobbly seem so real?
Last night I watched three guys shotgun PBRs. Those three guys are my friends. I'm implicated. But I'm not telling who won.
August, tasting of ripe grapes and afternoon sleep,
sharpening, like the smell of boxwood, the grass blades
that yellow an uncut hill a heavier green
--from Sonnet by James Schuyler
The new chapbook press Boxwood Editions just released their first book:
Lining by Lisa Fishman
I have a copy, do you?