EARLY MORNINGS
It was country so flat...

MOON ROAD
Starting out along the beat-up asphalt...

BUSRIDE
We are rolling. Snow and stubble...

GOING HOME LATE
It's late and the clock downtown...

YOU KNOW
You know who...

LATE OCTOBER
I am rain-tranced, fed with sleep....

URIA BYLER'S ELEGY FOR PALMER LEHMAN
Palmer Lehman has been gone for quite a few years....

A GAME
Well worn, stinking...

FOOT-WASHING
. . . having loved his own which were in the world...

EAST ON 46
Fog spiders out its net...

MEMORIAL DAY: DIGGING THE GARDEN
Just less than spade deep...

R.T.
went out of...

ON THE ISLAND
This guy drinks a lot and rides his legs...

THOSE COWS: THEIR DOUBLE LIFE
They come ambling around the shagbark stand...

HERBAL
Call it Cleavers, Jupiter's Nut...

BUZZARD
Ten turns above the woods...

FLYING WITH THE CROWS
Enter March. Wind scants...

HERONS STAND
Herons stand on stick legs...

CONFUSION
Those horses have necks...

TO TURTLE
The round house and the...

MY ANCESTORS
My ancestors abound within me...

ATLEE MULLET'S EXPERIENCE
I too had an experience ...

THE TEMPTATION
The tree was hollow and I...

TEETH
Blank white. My coat is full of wind....

WHOSE MOON
What about that bird...

A NEW WORLD
Waking up, I see it's all different....

FLAT LAND
At the edge of the world, the sun burns....

GNAW
I may have made a mistake here...

First, a collection letter. Later, foot-washing, cows, cashmere and oranges, the beginning of thefts, hiding, secrecy, more letters. These "Other Works" are not Account of My Days. That is one common feature. They were published as chapbooks. Another commonality. To me, what they signify as a group is friendship. Many friends helped and advised me in the process of writing the poems and making the books. I listened closely to some of their advice and, from the evidence of what was produced, not too closely to the rest of it. I am grateful for all.

A couple of facts about these collections. The following notice appears in the front papers of Standing Where Something Did:

"Atlee Mullett's Experience" and "Uria Byler's Elegy for Palmer Lehman" are manipulated found poems from the Amish newspaper The Budget, Sugarcreek, Tuscarawas County, Ohio. "Herbal" was constructed, in part, from entries in A Modern Herbal (Dover, 1971).

Also, The Sad Mailbox is a reprint of Letters, with some new material. Rather than repeat the earlier pieces, I limited this realization of The Sad Mailbox to the five additional letters.

These "others" preceded and overlapped with the beginning stages of Account of My Days. In some ways, everything on this website is part of one project. I do think, though, that each of the chapbooks has its own character and that, as a group, they form their own distinct zone within that project.