In the year 2001, March 19, the poet Tom Ewing sent one poem to the kinté space. The poem starts with the line “A meal is spread out over time.” Certainly he has forgotten about sending this poem over six years ago… It is a little disappointing because it is such a well-built poem.

The structure supports the myriad that is the modern male-female relationship. This poem makes me want to watch a David Lynch film—you know those very abstract ones with doomed affairs between two “lovers” with angular faces lit for harsh shadows…