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Three Poems
by Paul McCormick

The Poachers Are Raised On Spoiled Relish

Moonless nights, they twist their feet through the mud.
I have my own sour mouth and so we meet.
Tagging along, my arms blacken and fall off.
We stick them in a sandbar as a reminder of my personality.
Low tide, I waddle out to the grounds, the spreading plums having eaten my legs.
You’ve gone too far, they tell me.
But I’ll be shorter in the fog and lighter in the gunnels.
They leave me without a radio.
When the constable arrives a few days later, I’ve drowned, but without compromising the
     herd.




The Oklahoma Project

Yes, I have a few friends in the Oklahoma Project. Or, more accurately,
had friends. The Oklahoma Project is like journeying to Ixtlan. But
I may still join if the Texas Project let's me go. Personally, I'd love
to work on the Kansas Project. I worked on the Kansas Project awhile
back. One thing to keep in mind: the Kansas Project is always red.
That's the main experience of the Kansas Project: the color red.
Besides its Ixtlanian overtones, the Oklahoma Project is an umber/ochre
experience which isn't bad either. Kansas is special though, trust me.
The Ohio Project is a drab faded orange, no good. The Vermont Project
is always enjoyable for a short time: pure wintergreen. The New York
Project is pretty straightforward: red/gray/black. The California
Project really stretches out, mostly yellow. I've worked on many
projects. These are the ones that come to mind. Speaking of colors, do
you like Wolf Kahn?




Introductory Lecture For The Microsoft Certified System Engineering Program

“…the morning after the birthday party
The forests went online. The reasoning being that

Virtual seeding ensures virtual life, and thus
The parabola of death has no end
. Heady stuff for trees.

But when one considers the memory
Of wax, what were the forests to do?

That was years ago, when the modems had just begun to snow.
Needless to say, the search team never found the birthmark…”



Paul McCormick was educated at Cornell and works as a full-time freelance writer for Harcourt Brace, The Princeton Review and ETS. His recent work appears in The Bitter Oleander, DIAGRAM, LUNA and can we have our ball back? He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2002.