Another fish I chase is a/Silver Do-Over
I can still see the white egrets somewhere
Everyone told him he
survived. He had climbed
into a full bathtub,
pulled in a toaster.
It’s habit to lift my head / at the sound of certain voices, / women who walk by like farmers / with toughened arms, ready
to find anything slightly off / and set it right.
The leper character could be a kissing cousin of the anonymous narrator of Dostoyevsky’s Notes from Underground, giving voice to his sense of alienation, a worthy and weirdly satisfying collection.
For I will consider my three-legged dog Berkeley
Excerpts and Additions to A Plantation Owner’s Diary I. February 1709 I rose at 5 o’clock this morning and read a chapter in Hebrew and 200 verses in Homer’s Odyssey. […]
The hours gulped like frantic mouthfuls of air /
after being underwater for too long. The stars / dangled above us, buoyant and mysterious.
A Nail.in Tuesday you are not yourself lately, less a phalanx now more Anthrax maybe, scattered like the whole air this morning the six spotted fishing spider dances, the ten-leaved […]
“I don’t know if I’d say that writers “owe it” to be involved in their communities, per say. But I think it’s one way that we can connect to other people and defeat the stereotype that writers prefer isolation/solitary existence.”