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Presents the prose poem "Fraternal Arsenals," by Robert Hill Long. First Long: M, the oldest, favors a .25 caliber derringer in the seat of his pants, Last Line: ...silent and intimate.

The poem "Bikini Confetti" by Robert Hill Long is presented with reflections from the poet on the themes of sex, death, and beaches in his work. First Line: It has been coming down from the sky all my life, Last Line: by a hair. He tapped it in, and shrugged: "And it does."

The poem "There Is Only One Mountain, Right Above Your Head" by Robert Hill Long is presented. First Line: And it uproots and inverts; Last Line: somehow upside down and is doing its best to shake you loose.

The poem "West Island" by Robert Hill Long is presented. First Line: Snarled around the rocks, the seaweed gives off; Last Line: far from the sea and from her.

The poem "Perpetually High," by Robert Hill Long is presented. First Line: All day I kited eight hundred feet over the sea; Last Line: of darkening switchbacks down to my sleeping pill.

Presents the poem "Bikini Confetti," by Robert Hill Long. First Line: It has been coming down from the sky all my life, Last Line: by a hair. He tapped it in, and shrugged: "And it does."

Presents the poem "Infrastructure and Fracture," by Robert Hill Long. First Line: Long after the war has settled into an overseas; Last Line: shifting left to right, right to left again.

The poem "Incident West of Eden," by Robert Hill Long is presented. First Line: He's dying, is he dead? Not yet— Last Line: wings trill what the grass hears as a hymn.

The poem "American Visigothic," by Robert Hill Long is presented. First Line: Guts of trucks line the drive; Last Line: There's no face. Nothing but deathly odor.

Presents the prose poem "The Midden," by Robert Hill Long. First Line: Ivory the back of her knee, parenthesis of skin I'd bite on a dare. Last Line: ...hungry for something we can never kill.

The article presents the poem "Venus Pencils," by Robert Hill Long. First Line: Now I get it — in the eighth year of your death — my love; Last Line: admonishing, "Draw like you mean it. There's no eraser."

The article presents the poem "Drummer Boy," by Robert Hill Long. First Line: Dead uncle dead aunt, dead aunt dead uncle. Last Line: of the pieces? Stop banging that toy drum in my chest.

The article presents the poem "Girls Upstairs," by Robert Hill Long. First Line: Sometimes in my basement office I hear women; Last Line: are those laughing girls now? Parked in my heart. I swear.

The article presents the poem "Clove Pig," by Robert Hill Long. First Line: Kill the pig, the mud-bloody boys sing, cook his flesh. Last Line: Jesus and — guileless still — stick clove darts in Xmas ham.

Presents the poem "Walking Wounded," by Robert Hill Long. First Line: Strapped with a boy's lipstick-red guitar, this whitebeard; Last Line: once. And fires the last note into the back of their heads.

Presents the poem "Just Imagine," by Robert Hill Long.

Presents the poem "Black Dog Fall," by Robert Hill Long.