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...
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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