The Burial Party
On the morning of the cease-fire we set off to meet the Turkish delegation in the poppy field above the beach....I asked Ricky Rumbold why it took wounded...
Before Fairbanks, Alaska
Home's a shed and wood-pile. Home is bones. It might travel with you, if you ask it to, but you rarely ever ask it to. Home is a dog you love because...
Smoke Signals
An exhale – an O let out, then another white ringlet, then others leaving the dark of your mouth, each a loop in front of you, growing increasingly...
larch, o man I made
I must unlatch this cold
constellation of two fish
as for me these kinds of dreams
for his way to moose I am armed
......
once a decembered maytown [but the fallen quince leaves dear]
birds can be everywhere at once northern
harrier all winter long guarding the plot of dormant
strawberries and asparagus......
Times for Us Alone
There are some days, whole days, when we do not wear our glasses. These are days without blackboards, Saturdays and Sundays when we do not have to leave the...