Poetry
Winter 1991
After the Great Plains
Nothing remains the same in this long land. Bird, fox, gully, grass, all are historyas soon as the moon rises or the wind climbs, tales told by shadows leaning toward […]
Poetry
Winter 1991
Night Flight
The stillness of the coming night laid duskabout the house, the yard, and the meadowbeyond. I felt something pushing the airup from the river a mile away. The glowin the […]
Poetry
Winter 1989
La Plata, Missouri: Bandstand
When I was just a boy, I crawled down from my Red Flyer and under the old bandstand, which was warping even then round the edges of the floor. You […]
Poetry
Winter 1989
La Plata, Missouri: Santa Fe Depot, Sundown
The sun sinks into the westering tracks where they come together in a thin steel line. The sky turns molten and consumes the earth at the low line of trees […]