OCCUPANTThe sad mailbox of my extreme youth, what did it ever deliver? The only...
A CRITICPick up your socks. Clean the house once in a while. Go to the dentist. ...
HISTORIANPiles and piles of books, boxes of documents, photographs, bones, shreds of clothes...
YOU WHO KNOWI was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean straw of the mow...
GRIFFY LAKEI spread my smooth water like a lap and caught the trees' faces where they fell...
10/11
creeping naked around a church
late at night, risking discovery
my house under assault, violent
strangers hiding in the shed
a moment when I crouch behind
my car, seeing in the woods
across the road a movement which
flickers through the low shrubs
then takes shape as a large
animal
a horse, a white horse which
steps out on the road unaware of
me and trots north, leaving woods
and all behind