OCCUPANT
The sad mailbox of my extreme youth, what did it ever deliver? The only...

A CRITIC
Pick up your socks. Clean the house once in a while. Go to the dentist. ...

HISTORIAN
Piles and piles of books, boxes of documents, photographs, bones, shreds of clothes...

YOU WHO KNOW
I was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean straw of the mow...

GRIFFY LAKE
I spread my smooth water like a lap and caught the trees' faces where they fell...

UNLUCKY MOON

the tin fear
then the fear made of steel

when eyes in the back of your head
seal up

you glance over your shoulder
and see this is

what it's all about:
the moon unsettles you

tempers your heart
to think of

that excellent end the old habit
of dying and giving away 

something that can never
be given away again

the moon
only half full

is hungry
and something more than gravity

pulls you together