Hooked

Hooked

Driving my flatbedover Nebraska back roadswhere marsh land opens uplike an ironed seam.Driving to Merton’s fishing holebeyond the aster and bottle-brushwhere we once spent afternoonsreeling in trout.I can still see your calloused handslines angled deep, wide as the...
Some People

Some People

Some people have been leaving too soon. Their library books still due,the gas and electric bill waitingin the bills to pay slot. Some did not even finish breakfast,get to eat any of the packed picnic lunch. During ordinary daysthey started with waking up and...
What Remains

What Remains

     Where the author’s formulations challenge the reader’s credulity,      I have quoted the German original in the notes. Seeing is believing.     —Ralph Manheim, translator Mein Kampf There’s something to the feel of ash,it’s silkiness of residue,from which one...
Annunciation

Annunciation

When I got to her earthen room,I thought, Oh God, no. Not this one. Too young, too fragile, for this word-made-flesh deal you’ve got brewing. I was still a vapor having my doubts,when I saw her look up from her book and stare at a tree outside her window.Something...