The Only Music Possible
the voice of a man who cannot speak speaking a dry throat that remains dry even when watered with whiskey the compulsion only stirs the sounds of shadows sliding over gravel moonlight shuffling in the sand spirits shaking snow from sage he seeks to match the treespeak...
Between Here and Home
Recently, I’ve read about the devastating fires in Indonesia. Now, the destruction itself is horrific, but I am also deeply troubled by the relative silence from the media and just about everyone else. I’ve been asking myself why people are not more alarmed by what is...
Bear Hunt
after midnight, Big Cypress seeking refuge again at the edge of the continent following the paths bears still walk past Apalachicola and Chassahowitzka through hardwoods and palmettos until I break down, stuck in the swamp listening to night from the roadside I find...
The View (from Guardsman Pass)
summer proves to be long after another short winter the drought blows through and July mocks us fills the sky with dry cottonwood pollen cruelly mimicking snow below Guardsman Pass I wonder what prayers are possible I cannot look the mountains in the eye they’ve seen...