It’s very hard to cut yourself on a moving train
without doing real damage. Continue reading
poetry
Driving Through the Country
In a pasture
Along a country road
Stands the only memory
Of a house
A cold stone chimney,
The spirit gone up in smoke
Or crumbled. Continue reading
In Rain, Driving Away from You
You disappear from the rearview
and I feel it for the first time
my loss of traction, slick like oil. Continue reading
Cruising to Work
Cruising to work in gray dawn rain
I feel the traffic congeal
into a single organism,
the dead-end of evolution. Continue reading
North to Rutland
Cowboy singers mourn the Fifties,
Hank Williams and two-tone Chevys,
Stevenson versus Ike. Too bad,
but a dank chilly wind surges Continue reading
A Letter to All My Dead Animals
where have you been?
I’ve been in the desert.
I’ve been inside the skeleton
of a UFO that somebody abandoned here. Continue reading
Table in Tears
A concrete floor floods above the rug
and then sets for a while –
the stagnant reflection of paper
on the walls. You once swallowed
a love letter so that your belly
would expand and be full.
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The Deer Lies Down in the Snow
the deer lies down in the snow.
she imagines she’s in the ocean,
bending at the knees. she imagines
a faraway brown boat. Continue reading
Dora Jean
My uncle started beating my aunt when she
started to show. Continue reading
Potholes
It had begun to rain—
the street, slick with haplessness.
The Jefferson Corridor, exactly how I remembered it—
forlorn by potholes. Continue reading
Blacktop Passages 