THE MUSEYou owe me. Pay up. According to my accounts, you have...
CASUAL FRIENDSend lies to the people listed below....
THE AWARDS COMMITTEEThis is to notify you that--but what's the use?...
THE WISEThe world could fall to pieces with no notice....
UNCLE ALA chicken is a touchy creature....
THE OTHERSHere where we live the lines are down and the surprises build into snowbanks...
DANNYDusty Clinton Township kids making paper roosters and snowball...
SAMUEL RENSBERGER I am your grandfather's grandfather and through my wakeless sleep I dream...
OLD NEIGHBOREast across low muddy fields and behind the screening trees you can see...
THE WORM COUNCILWe call your attention to worms. Though sweeping ice age disaster...
THE HERONI flew in down by the round deep pond behind your house...
WITNESSI saw the largest moon ever rise huge bright yellow, sailing where it cared to...
ON THE ISLAND
This guy drinks a lot and rides his legs
like the chop and splash of a boat.
Days, he runs the island ferry.
Knee-deep in snow late at night,
he sways to the drunken tide in his gut,
stumbles every time he steps.
Stopped still, he looks out over the ice and water.
He makes a strange human waver there
in the dead perfect snow,
tipping the bottle high, pointing the brandy
in a straight line to the moon.