Too late for the tour and the history lesson, too late in the season on this southern plantation,and the ancient, front-line cedar soldiersbacked up by a strong regiment of holliesare not telling what they know. . . . . Continue Reading »
Half a day’s detour to Gran Quivira—and we arrive, near sunset,to find a locked gate across the road. . . . . Continue Reading »
It assaults the eye, the Ponder familygraveyard, with twin obelisks visiblehalf a mile away. . . . . Continue Reading »
this is not the woodsand wildlife is not two chipmunks scampering across the sidewalk the trees stand here in landscaped disorder shrugging leaves with seasoned . . . . Continue Reading »
Jesus is coming repent Ye!reads the scrawled signof this man who is not John the Baptistbut who is in his own waythe handwriting on the wallof this grim . . . . Continue Reading »
The white man has laid down his burdenin the middle of Broadwayand under the exhausted plane treesblack men lie like ragson the benches where onceold white ladies chirped in a rowwatching industrialized . . . . Continue Reading »
I see the treesyou’ve seen and knownpoised in mute witnessthe baled hay hunchedlike insatiable livestockgnawing its wayback to the earththe river muttering madlyits secrets swallowedunder the . . . . Continue Reading »
This feast of a day on the river is heavily salted with gulls. And the leaf-pared birch on the shoreline is lightly peppered with crows, And from dawn’s appetizer to the entree of noon, to the hungering sweetness . . . . Continue Reading »
There is nothing left to say now and nothing left to do the tears will not come to the eyes of the child who has kissed her mother and watched the methodical men bind her with tape the child who has heard her mother’s last words before the death in the small Brooklyn house with her niece and her . . . . Continue Reading »
Structure of organic stone this vacant house built molecule on molecule by the body of a mollusk witlessly devising spectrums, stripes, spots, coruscations which it could never see or wonder at nor even hear within (emptied of its mortal substance) the sea which echoes certain power forever; This . . . . Continue Reading »
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