And all around the cadaver stood a living halo of fifteen
      quail

 

Two thousand pounds of Grade A carne vaporize
the heat. He has the biggest pecker in the pool

Antlers butting against the full moon.
Bellies lolling on my belly.

If I had never seen those glossy magazines, how-to-books, or blue
movies I think I’d still slide into the positions
discovered in the caverns of our river bed.

Catherine Bowman’s poem “The Bed” first appeared in our Winter 1988 issue. Her latest collection is Can I Finish, Please?I was five that summer, in our new house, with the light
aproning over the desert just before dark. That year I touched the blue
pi…

Catherine Bowman’s poem “LBJ Ranch Barbecue” appeared in our Fall 1990 issue.  Waist deep, almost naked, evening time soak,
a dozen Rajah bellies, a dozen Titan schnauzes,
wade in chlorinated agua toasting to the tune
of charismatic oratory and little J…