Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

His Early Promise Unfulfilled — Bruce McRae

God spat an ocean, shat the Alps, pissed torrents and waterfalls, God wasn’t beautiful and frightened the curly-headed kiddies and nuns. God drove by in a beat-up rust-bucket, whistling and shouting and waving a gun. God played the spoons and bummed quarters by the entrance to the liquor store. He planted timebombs in the hearts … Continue reading