Spring is still the groundswell of your body heaving up from its wildly patient sleep. I can’t explain that, but know why we imagine for the dead a life without desire—so they will not want ours. Palimpset of smoke, you’re blown past recognition into mere expectancy, the place a rock was, a pure attitude of…
They were naked and the earth Was covered with light snow. They squatted and said nothing. The children appeared asleep. It got dark and they were still there: On a vast plain without landmarks, Under a sky the color of slate and lead, On an evening in late December. I’m told, but do not believe,…
A good day between constantly nervous, no major breakdown on the way to work, no self-concept of a man missing his life. A good day. Somewhere maybe someone paints his walls with a shotgun blast and blows out his unhappiness: so what? Be sure he does it also at this moment. Over and over. His…
We keep her in a box. We make up stories together about each thing she does. She is beautiful. She ages as we do. We keep her always older than ourselves so that she grows and marries in an age we only know from pictures. Her babies are born while we are at school. Her…
She put on the feather dress and flew about the garden flying low like a swallow he threw his cloak around her he was unacquainted with miracles contrary to his experience this suspension in air was something that she regularly accomplished the lines I left out had words like children in them, had the road…
If you sneeze into a towel you can thank the fluffed cotton for not being steel you can thank the cotton boll for not thinking how to grow but growing anyhow through hard flatpacked deep south dirt in one slow-motion explosion from seed not out but up up in a stiff upward thrust you can…
September 1846 1 We find scraps of paper with bits of handwriting scattered on the ground at the foot of a post. Perhaps it is a message for us. Spread on my lap where I have gathered blossoms, held my babies, I hold this future: random shreds of paper have a scheme the…
With nothing but God’s word to go on, I built a boat too big to move, that never would float unless the sea came climbing the hills to take it. And even before the clouds had fully swollen, I loaded my live, paired cargo and waited for the expanding seas to find me. For nearly…
Dear Tarzan: I have often wondered how you like being Tarzan instead of the regular Joe. Do you really enjoy swinging on vines and all that? It must be great to be a hero and have fans all over the world, and kids imitating the way you talk, and of course you have a…
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