THE MUSE
You owe me. Pay up. According to my accounts, you have...

CASUAL FRIEND
Send lies to the people listed below....

THE AWARDS COMMITTEE
This is to notify you that--but what's the use?...

THE WISE
The world could fall to pieces with no notice....

UNCLE AL
A chicken is a touchy creature....

THE OTHERS
Here where we live the lines are down and the surprises build into snowbanks...

DANNY
Dusty Clinton Township kids making paper roosters and snowball...

SAMUEL RENSBERGER
I am your grandfather's grandfather and through my wakeless sleep I dream...

OLD NEIGHBOR
East across low muddy fields and behind the screening trees you can see...

THE WORM COUNCIL
We call your attention to worms. Though sweeping ice age disaster...

THE HERON
I flew in down by the round deep pond behind your house...

WITNESS
I saw the largest moon ever rise huge bright yellow, sailing where it cared to...

Dear Eric,

Here where we live the lines are down and the surprises build 
into snowbanks above us. Each day changes our condition, 
but still the lines are down. Don't send help. Help gets lost.

If you could be here and see with the absolute clarity our 
distances give, your knees would melt, your heart freeze. We 
have your rain, we have your heat and cold, and we have the 
wind we send to you.

In early daylight, soon, some animal that knows you will turn 
its nose to catch that wind. It will come stalking in your dreams.

The Others


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