BY ERIK BUNDY Published in Star*Line, Fall 2013 Peaked green woolen cap clamped over spilling shaggy ringlets, goat-eyed, crude lips puckered amid the curled fire of his beard, he heaves into reed pipes, while his Jack Russell dances on stiff hind legs, tongue...
BY ERIK BUNDY Published in Main Street Rag, 2009 For my teenage brother in a stolen Chevrolet,the exit ramps ahead were all possibilities,potential tangents boogying off into sunburned pasturessurging toward an edgy, darkening horizon. He gave himself a free ride...
BY ERIK BUNDY Grand Prize Winner, Sidney Lanier Poetry Prize, April 2011 Sunset sips away its light from Gunderland Park, while the lynx-eyed blond girl in drill-bit curls waits to see which goose-pimpled one of us has the mustard to hurl himself off the cliff into...
