Let us go then, you and I, when the fields are spread with neonicoti(noids) like a bee displayed upon a needle. Let us go then, through certain half-deserted rows of corn that rustles, grows from corporate seed catalogs (all for low-end restaurants with soda and hot dogs). Bees that follow with a tedious hum but insidious poison may lead them to an overwhelming population crash. Oh, do not eat high fructose syrup! Let us ban neonics in Europe.   In the fields, the honeybees come and go trying to pollinate the rows.

for Julie Bianca Dahl Surgeons in an airport bus are lions at a zoo. They laze, dimly happy to see you. Tails barely flickering in the stagnant savannah air, Khaki pants sticking to pleather seat cushions, They look up only when you mention meat. Their forearms are clean, but you can smell the blood, See the line of skin roughened from washing. I tell them that I paint the body parts they move. We speak of organs as objects of art, The pinking liver finding itself alive in a new home, The invigorated pancreas, spurting kidneys—oh, joy of piss! Above…

Chauncey Billings Senior is a self-made man; and by all accounts a successful one. In his youth his father always reminded him that theirs was a life of modest means. Chauncey Senior wasn’t at the top of his small public school, but by the time he was in college he had developed an unshakeable self-confidence, and knew he was destined for great things. Two of his fraternity brothers were drawn to his self-assured manner. It was their family connections that landed him his first and second positions out of school, positions that propelled him into his lucrative white-collar career. With…