Nov 29
FARMS R.I.P. drizzle drifts along the hilltops dogs growl fearlessly behind rusted gates in each rotting farmhouse are the seeds of its own dissolution the forest looks green and new but humanity is old in these parts a doleful face stares out of a cracked upstairs window not with accusation just the knowledge of what …
Jun 25
Man on the Spot On a Florida beach, burrowed down in sand, I watch the shapes of swimmers bobbing in and out of waves, a pod of dolphins in the distance in sleek gray ballet, a manatee trolling in the shadows for some tasty weeds. There’s a guy on a board out beyond the flags …
Apr 09
NIGHT VISION Outside the dream, a cigarette wedged between my teeth, a woman’s eyes alight on my window, America’s core, perhaps, or a plastic bird – a fusion of a lady of the night and a UFO? And below her neck, and high above the town, a body flares like a tongue of fire making …
