Sun Black

Sun Black

I tried to read his favoritepoem at my son his funhis fune         read at his funeralhe’d you see died there wasa motorcycle a sunny black motorcycleand red the blood his head wasred on one side and the asphaltwas black and hot and sundown redat my son his funeraland...
Neptune

Neptune

Before the moon, there was Neptune.And before that, one giant sky rock took a bite from another, spitting in anger—a wet thud went to Earth who, spinning too close, caught a bit of sponge in her teeth…First it was Florida, coastal erosion, part of nature’s...
Of Genesis

Of Genesis

The origin of every book is loss.There is not a word in the beginningand language always listens to its end. Tell mewhat has left its mark upon the names you give to starsyou cannot see and I will try to break the sentenceinto something strange enough to trust.Look,...
In Rock Springs When the Angel Trumpets Sound

In Rock Springs When the Angel Trumpets Sound

When fire began to fall from the sky and the stars started going out one by one, Burnhardt’s car was in the shop for new brake pads, or maybe the muffler—he’d been through a lot of cars and it was hard to keep track sometimes—so he was stuck at home. He wanted to make...
Stories from a Restored Prairie

Stories from a Restored Prairie

The story of a farm—or a restored prairie for that matter—is told by 1000 voices. When I offered to conduct an oral history project on the Friends of the Field Station of UW–Milwaukee at Waukesha, I had no idea the project would be such an instructive delight in how...