Blue triangles mean an auspicious day for deer;pink circles signify a looming sandstorm. Take this path, says the earth-colored forked stick. Red oblong with a black dot, Mars ponders war. Four clustered sprigs, spring nearby. Meanwhile a pickaxe looms, here come the grave-robbers. We suppose nothing is sacred, reality being a long way from here, […]

In the City of Iguanas

Decked in gold, and not counting. By the cemeterythe transvestites come and go with baskets of roses, white roosters in tow. ~ Jan Conn Jan Conn’s most recent book of poems is Jaguar Rain: the Margaret Mee Poems, (Brick Books, 2006), and Botero’s Beautiful Horses is forthcoming in spring 2009 (Brick Books). She won the […]