Poetry
Summer 1987
Black Oak
For Ki Davis, d. 1983 Grown, married, Ki wished nothing morebut fabulous beasts appearedat her kitchen window: she drewlandscapes where they could graze and frolic. Then lumps of clay […]
Poetry
Summer 1987
The Power to Die
My living room is simple: oak floor,whitewashed walls. Friends over for winter dinnerremove their shoes at the door, relax on pillows close by the fire.On the fireplace mantel there’s a […]
Poetry
Summer 1987
Two Travelers, Maroon Lake, Colorado
You slide out of the mummy baguncurling like a fiddlehead fernas if our feet could root, our armsstretch around a new life nowherebut here: wild asparagus, alpine honey,a trail cutting […]
Poetry
Autumn 1992
The Beam
The beeches with muscular gray torsos have nothing to fear, or forget. Likewise the stands of corn do not care whether they will be cut down or fall naturally. Vegetable […]
Block Prose Paragraphs
Summer 1989
From “The Effigies”
Devotion Going into the store where votive articles are sold, a woman stamps the mud off her boots and asks the candlemaker to build a candle the exact height and […]