OCCUPANTThe sad mailbox of my extreme youth, what did it ever deliver? The only...
A CRITICPick up your socks. Clean the house once in a while. Go to the dentist. ...
HISTORIANPiles and piles of books, boxes of documents, photographs, bones, shreds of clothes...
YOU WHO KNOWI was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean straw of the mow...
GRIFFY LAKEI spread my smooth water like a lap and caught the trees' faces where they fell...
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