Work for Jerry moving rock, three yards moved already this morning In the dirt, two grasshoppers mounted and still—Jerry: “Good for them, the little things, taking their time”
The election of the 45th president of the United States and everything that has lead up to it, and everything that has come of it in these first days since his inauguration has moved me to take action in a way I’ve never done before. It’s caused me to consider all the ways I’ve beenContinue reading “Upon Seeing I am Not Your Negro”
In the summer of ’99 I drove from Loveland, CO to Clayton, NY in about 35 or 40 hours as I remember, fueled on coffee and Colorado Kind, otherwise known as weed. A little bit of drive through fast food as well. I traveled in my Subaru Legacy fully loaded with everything my then-girlfriend andContinue reading “The Railroad Killer”
I used to work with this guy, I’ll call him Mike. Mike had been there for a long time, like twelve years or more when I started. Mike was a short man, and about my father’s age. A white man with leathery tan skin and big ears that stuck out from under his short andContinue reading “Gnossienne”
Worn foil expanse, flat, the St. Lawrence, gold toward Lake Ontario. Low light through emerald-blue waves breaks on the stone shore. A seagull cruises low over field of cut hay,
Words, rumors of the wind through drafty walls and windows like these. Light-pierced, burnt, the great spilling of words.