Joe Fodor

Trick Dogs and Warthogs are rolling on the lawn of the child’s birthday party the Trick Dog is tame the Warthog is Wild only you wouldn’t know it They mock-fight, bite and yelp for help the Trick Dog runs under a folding chair The Warthog charges at a seven year old boy ...

Out of Victoria endlessly puking, Out of her mockingbird’s throat, the musical splashing, Out of her full-mooned midnight, Over the toilet to the pipes beyond, where the workmen taking their breaks wander’d alone, drinking coffee, smoking, Down from her toothy jawline, Up ...

Ken ye na the wee laddie gaun sprinklin’ ay, hear ye na his trickie tinklin’ be ye so auld ye na hae an inkling hard abeigh the sink eyes closed sae ye na see them twinkling as he gaed a drink?   queer, na like other laddie boys who fain work not their wicked ...