OCCUPANT
The sad mailbox of my extreme youth, what did it ever deliver? The only...

A CRITIC
Pick up your socks. Clean the house once in a while. Go to the dentist. ...

HISTORIAN
Piles and piles of books, boxes of documents, photographs, bones, shreds of clothes...

YOU WHO KNOW
I was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean straw of the mow...

GRIFFY LAKE
I spread my smooth water like a lap and caught the trees' faces where they fell...

SEARCHING

Broken sky, light rain
across town, a woman dreams

noise of her breathing
too small to hear

Cars turn into side streets
and run through the alleys

She dreams of wild things
come to live in the cellar

eyes like bright nailheads
fast feet in the walls