After my manager asks, if the job isn’t done then why are you heading home?I reconstruct the day: tell him how the electrical contractor
completely fucked up a run of wire.

daniel j flosi
Daniel J Flosi sometimes thinks they are an apparition living in a half-acre coffin within the V of the Mississippi and Rock Rivers. Daniel is a poetry reader at Five and is the founder/EiC of Black Stone / White Stone.
Selected work (6 publications)
Role-PlayingSometimes when we role-play
my wife lets me be David Koresh;
Habitualyou wake the morning...
Self-Portrait as the Trembling GiantWe stood together, my son and i, in that 130 acre park looking
for descendants, for those who slashed through
entire mountain ranges and populated outcroppings,
those who meander like stoney walls
What's the Point?We expected our entertainment to save us.
It won’t. Not between these hills,
under these watchful eyes;
the oak scattered across the sky,
shatters in my hands.
Under the David's Sunflower Seeds processing lineAnd over the throttled hum of compressors
my coworker tells me
about the brain eating amoeba.