Larger on the Inside
Wind peeled the sheetmetal lid off the house the way it sheared birchbark in silvered rolls, whittled, bent on diminishing—the warm cavities of the house lay open, gasping cold light & air. In each cell… Read more →
Wind peeled the sheetmetal lid off the house the way it sheared birchbark in silvered rolls, whittled, bent on diminishing—the warm cavities of the house lay open, gasping cold light & air. In each cell… Read more →
Visiting the coast of the Gulf — it is humid,this I knew once & have kept, a dullstory I sometimes tell about a lost quarterof my life. You know how the past, like a trainthrough town mid-afternoon, misguideddespite its tracks, stops traffic, shears the undivided muddle into a neat impasse, each onlooker’s undividedattention face-forward, for once, squinting & humid& waiting… Read more →