The Circle

Excerpt

Bevan Longhorn is in his office and it’s the time of day when he usually leaves
and goes to his place for the evening. But today, he doesn’t rush out and Dorothy
comes to his door wondering what still keeps him there. She observes him for a
good moment and thinks he resembles someone trying to locate something that
refuses to be found. She says,
“Are you staying for a while, Bevan? Do you need anything else from me? If
you don’t, I think it’s time for me to leave.”
He looks at the clock on the wall and agrees she should go. No, he doesn’t
need anything from her; what he wants to do he has to do alone.
“You can go, Dorothy; I don’t need anything else, thank you.”
“Good night, then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Dorothy.”
His mind takes him to the Saturday night party at Hakim’s. He wonders
whether they’ll have what he wants, but he doesn’t want to call anybody at this
time of the day and from this office. He’ll find out soon enough when he meets
them; no need for panic at this time.He begins writing a letter to his sister Evelyn.
Dear Evelyn,
By the time you read these lines everything will be history. I ask for your
forgiveness what I have decided to do and for not having been courageous enough to
share it with you when I saw you last. After all, I’m not going to get the chance to
retire with you and William in San Francisco. I have no regrets regarding my career
and the way my life has unfolded throughout the years. It is, after all, the result of
decisions I made myself. The only thing I regret is the way I chose to act, although I
hope to affect a change in the ways this agency conducts itself and does business in
future. I love taking the opportunity to change things; I hate the means I have chosen
to make my point. Please forgive me for this. I love you, as always, your brother,
Bevan.
He seals the letter, writes his sister’s address on the envelope, and puts it in
his briefcase. Then he writes a second letter to his buddy Jerry.
My dearest Jerry,
You are the only one who I can trust with this last word, since by the time you
read this, all has taken place. I made my choice, I made my point. Jerry, ‘The Circle’,
is broken. I have broken the base for all the wrong decisions the agency has made…

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Chthonian Bodies

Polytomous
Joyous dawn colorful and bright
I salute you
polytomous grass veins forging
through soil hardened by time’s
patient and immortal rigidity
I still think of the underworld
chthonian base of every spec
celebrating above ground
the first sun rays clinging
to deities under the surface
who we revere and
how can we think of dusk at
the time of dawn unless
we contemplate thanatos
in the youth of life both sunlit
and dark pleats of the forever

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In the Quiet After Slaughter

Excerpt

Some of the others at school referred to Nick as Horse, but only
when he wasn’t around to hear them.
Nick was saying that he intended to marry Cocoa, but that she
was an American. Before he could sponsor her for citizenship he had
to prove his ability to support a dependent. Day jobs at the Labour
Exchange didn’t bring in enough, and there wasn’t much demand
elsewhere for high school dropouts like us.
– Immigration says I have to have some savings. No bank account,
no wedding.
– Bureaucrats! I commiserated.
– Bureau-what?
– Motherfuckers, Nick.
There was a record snowfall that November. We weren’t getting out
much at the Labour Exchange and my friend was concerned about
how little he’d been able to save. We were waiting for the call one
afternoon, Nick whittling a whale, when the idea came to him:
McDuff Snow Removal Inc. He figured to fatten his bank account
shovelling walks.
– What’s with the Inc.?
– Sounds good. Official-like.
– I’m impressed. Need a partner?
We started knocking on doors along my street that same night.
Neighbours felt sorry for us and tipped generously. Those who recognized
Nick from the sports pages, or who knew our families, were
an easy sell. You can always count on folks to get soft-headed at
Christmas.
But there were hundreds of homes in Renfrew Heights; most people
didn’t know us.We were strangers pounding on their doors, solicitors
with snow shovels. But even they paid their frostbitten help well. One
housewife emptied her purse and said she’d give us more if we came
back in a day or two. Another lady gave us $10 and a Christmas cake
wrapped in tinfoil. Some old guy matched that amount and tossed in
winter gloves for the both of us. He made them himself in a basement
workshop.
We had a late dinner at my house, Campbell’s Vegetable Soup
Supreme, with plenty of crackers and tea. Mom dried our new gloves
over the furnace.

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