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Kevin Prufer

Jan/Feb 2017

Cruelties

By Kevin Prufer

A young man behind the garage spraying a wasps’ nest until the wasps grow heavy and dumbdripping from the gutter            and still he sprays until their curled black bodies decorate […]

Jan/Feb 2017

Technology

By Kevin Prufer

Like old technology, the horses galloped across the field. What good were they to us, in the sun-speckled weather, far from any power source? The wireless net expanded over the […]

Jan/Feb 2017

The Vast Economies

By Kevin Prufer

What is the point of money? said the leopards at work on the still quivering gazelle. The gazelle looked at the sky, as if contemplating the afterlife. Then it closed […]

Nov/Dec 2016

Fireworks

By Kevin Prufer

He believed that great literature was elastic, and by this he meant that it shaped itself to the concerns of each new generation of readers. Homer, he was fond of […]

Winter 2014

Ars Poetica

By Kevin Prufer

I slept in a far-away tent, I slept in a hollow log, then I slept in a crate abandoned in the snow, I built my shelter from garbage and branches, […]

Winter 2014

Pacification

By Kevin Prufer

Let the meeting of the Committee begin. Outside, heavy-headed asters nod on delicate stems, so who will call this meeting to order, who is present, are we all present? Outside, […]

Winter 2014

Not Near Enough

By Kevin Prufer

Nine-fingered Lord, collateral Lord, Lord of airplanes that rise from the base, strategic Lord, angry and strange, Lord of the surgical strike, incursion Lord, armed and wild, Lord over whom […]

Spring 2012

Elegy and Comfort

By Kevin Prufer

In those days, you could leave your child at the city's edge for the     wolves. You could wrap your child in leaves or in rags; you could put it in […]

Spring 2010

Distant Strangers

By Kevin Prufer

We received numerous conflicting reports. The dead numbered many hundreds, thousands,                  littered the beach, spilled onto the roadway. There were not so many as, at first, we were led to […]

Spring 2010

Love Poem

By Kevin Prufer

After Laura Jensen I’ll make you a bomb. First the booster gas canister, then the heat shield, then the radium case which, yes, is shaped like a peanut. I’ll make […]