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Numb, stiff, broken by no sleep, I keep night watch. Looking for signs to quiet fear, I creep closer to his bed and hear his breath come and go, holding
Earth and water without form, change, or pause: as if the third day had not come, this calm norm of chaos denies the Word. One sees only a surface
Torn into light, you woke wrigglin… on a woman’s palm. Halved, quarter… shredded to the wind, you were the… that thrilled along the underbelly of a stone. Stilled in the frozen…
Down sat Bud, raised his hands, the Deuces silenced, the lights lowered, and breath gathered for the coming storm. Then nothing… not a single note. Outside starlig…
On March 1, 1958, four deserters… August Rein, Henri Bruette, Jac… government pay station at Orleansv… confession of Dauville the other t… was given his freedom and returned…
The magpie in the Joshua tree Has come to rest. Darkness collec… And what I cannot hear or see, Broken limbs, the curious bird, Become in darkness darkness too.
The alder shudders in the April w… off the moon. No one is awake and… sunlight streams across the hundred still beds of the public wards
The long lines of diesels groan toward evening carrying off the breath of the living. The face of your house
In the early morning before the sh… opens, men standing out in the yar… on pine planks over the umber mud. The oil drum, squat, brooding, bri… with metal scraps, three-armed cro…
When my brother came home from war he carried his left arm in a black… but assured us most of it was stil… Spring was late, the trees forgot… I stood in a long line waiting for…
Los Angeles hums a little tune— trucks down the coast road for Monday Market
Four bright steel crosses, universal joints, plucked out of the burlap sack — “the heart of the drive train,” the book says. Stars
A man roams the streets with a bas… of freestone peaches hollering, “P… peaches, yellow freestone peaches… My grandfather in his prime could… the Tigers of Wrath or the factor…
He tells me in Bangkok he’s robbe… Because he’s white; in London bec… In Barcelona, Jew; in Paris, Ara… Everywhere and at all times, and h… He holds up seven thick little fin…
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the d… to die. For hours I stared into a… mountain stream that fell down over speckled rocks, and then I