Moving down the track
"Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track But you'll be hearing...
That thing with feathers
"We are not afraid of night, Nor days of gloom, Nor darkness– Being walkers with the sun and morning." From 'Walkers with the dawn' by...
In parts
"Do not believe that the aged believe. Any more than the young, the safe. I cannot foretell my conclusion. Just that increasingly, my...
Justification graveyard
"substituting one day for the next remaining attempt to emerge from the next gesture skip deity made entirely of language, to the next...
All the small things
" You wouldn’t know it could feel so redundant— the wolfish starlings plunder the grass and nothing burns. Big Sur. We came here to rest....
Trouble in mind
today, i am a black woman in a body of coal i am always burning and no one knows my name i am a nameless fury, i am a blues scratched...
Making certain it goes on
To know expanse I read thin books on spruce and buffalo, and sailed where ice and bears are serious. I rose when the sun broke wild and...
Chipper
The little sparrows hop ingenuously about the pavement quarreling with sharp voices over those things that interest them. But we...
Living next door to the Lord
You, God, who live next door– If at times, through the long night, I trouble you with my urgent knocking– this is why: I hear you...
Everything is everything
Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my...
