Dear Reader,

With the academic year nearing its end, I look back on a productive and inspiring period for Expanded Field. Regardless of the difficulties our almost entirely new editorial board had to face, we were able to leave behind our biannual nature and publish four (!) substantial issues.

To err is human, to something is divine.

I could google it.

But I have a problem with the whole set-up.

A guy is naked in my shower in a room assigned by the receptionist who doesn’t know I knew about the dead woman found half-naked, hands tied in the same room, two years ago.

1/ Here: Into the Reality

You see, here’s the leaf dyed with the full 

Spectrum of autumn; here’s the dewdrop

Containing all the dreams made on the 

Tucked in the corner

of the Milky Way

I am.

Precision

designed to dance

My sister Angie gives me outrageous material for my stand-up comedy. She’s a bona fide nut case, a paranoid schizophrenic, bipolar, manic depressive—you name it—Angie fits every disorder that isn’t wired to reality. 

They say all the love you give comes around. But I am not sure. So, until next year, I’ll walk around in my father’s shoes for a while — begging for affection (but only partly). Are you mad at me, I ask; you smile — I throw

Myrna is pleased somebody invented Post-it notes.

She likes the speed with which a paper square

Can be peeled from its family.

She especially likes those in assorted colors,

I'm bored of my pain.

My savanna brain is empty

early mornings I wake,

which is why I wake early.

Butterflies are flipping coins and centipedes

are heedless or have reasons and from ecosystem to

environment, except when in a shell game, as an

10,9,8,7,6,

5,4,3,2,

1.