Poetry
Winter 1998
Fire Handling
When the preacher reached into the roaring stove and lifted out the blazing coal and held it high above the congregation, it seemed he showed a pearl of great price […]
Poetry
Winter 1998
Atomic Age
In yards and medians of interstates, on grounds of factories and hospitals in Atlanta, Charlotte, Greenville, Nashville, are patches of Green River soil. For each boxwood and sparkling pine, every […]
Poetry
Winter 1990
We Are the Dream of Jefferson
To be rocked to sleep by mountains equals the rest of heroes. The great Welshman where he lies in his blue ridge dreams our continuing. Underneath his granite column on […]
Poetry
Summer 1989
Land Suture
Under the river systems and climax forest and undergrowth, arbors of ferns and the last small canopy of moss, under the old silts and gravelbeds of the floodplain, the spectrums […]
Poetry
Summer 1989
Podington Air Field
Was it the rain so fine it was invisible but forming on the camera lens and lips that deafenedlike the noise of history? Forty-three years too late the tiny village […]
Poetry
Summer 1989
Shadow Matter
Those looking further into space, and closer, find evidence of unseen matter everywhere, dark bodies not only dust storms obscuring other stars and voids between c!usters, superclusters, but long black […]
Poetry
Summer 1989
Audubon’s Flute
Audubon in the summer woods by the afternoon river sips his flute, his fingers swimming on the silver as silver notes pour by the afternoon river, sips and fills the […]
Poetry
Autumn 1986
Ernest
Ernest sits for years on the bankabove the meadow, watching hiscow graze. There is a seat pressed inthe leaves that seems the bed of someanimal scooped out of the hilland […]
Poetry
Autumn 1986
Deer Stands
Some are no more than a slat nailedacross the forks of an ash treeat the corner of a field wherethe hunter can wait for a buckto feed within range. While […]
Poetry
Autumn 1986
Bellrope
The line through the hole in the dankvestibule ceiling ended ina powerful knot worn slick, swingingin the breeze from those passing. Halfan hour before service, UncleAllen pulled the call to […]