Here’s Luck, Lay Quiet For Awhile
“I stood on the outskirts of the village”
“I walked home because the car was broken”
The Disruption Of A Seemingly Infinite Pattern
The First Four Notions Of Discipline
The Last Remnants of Amanda Kathleen
The One I Didn’t Want To Write
The Other Reason To Write A Poem
The Roots Will Retrace The Black Earth
Thoughts On My Trip To Antarctica Yesterday Morning
“We walk the meadows of God’s country”
“Within the rush to fusion total separation”
Inertia Satori 