Prose poems are just unstable enough to offer a vibrant mix of the bizarre and the conventional.
as fluke snowfall becomes/run-off, fallout surging/through pipes,/the house animate/with change.
A retired pediatrician, Steckel is unflinchingly accurate, whether describing an erotic scene or vascular surgery.
I flow between seasons, sieve out/what I've ported...
She was hungry. She had a craving. She scooped him up and swallowed him whole. Then she was full. Magic built in her.
