Only one way. The house. The body. What hisses, what gnaws—how to see what I’m meant […]
Gary McDowell
Tie the body. In knots. Against itself. How to undress the horizon-line, the glint of after-fog […]
How to Settle by Gary McDowell
All lies have basic truths in common: buzzards’ll flat clean the vermin up Lies always takes an adjective […]
The Museum by Gary McDowell
for hb I do not. Snow piles […]
She Shrugs by Gary McDowell
Definition: time where time is negligent, where a fire- ant’s sting is a light bulb brushed against your […]
My Mother the Philosopher Considers Non Sequiturs by Gary McDowell
1) Because I know you, I know these poems weren’t written sequentially. Are they born of your obsessions, […]
An Interview with Gary McDowell by TJ Jarrett
She dreams she lost her leg in an accident, her tongue in a keyhole. Mirrors aren’t vain, they’re […]
Laughter by Gary McDowell
From the air irrigation canals look like hands with their fingers spread wide, stretching to palm their fields—and […]