“O hell, what do mine eyes with grief behold?” Working with an old Singlejack miner, who can sense The vein and cleavage

Siwashing it out once in Siuslaw… I slept under rhododendron All night blossoms fell Shivering on a sheet of cardboar… Feet stuck in my pack

Out there walking round, looking o… a rootstock, a birdcall, a seed th… plucking, digging, snaring, snaggi… barely getting by, no food out there on dusty slopes…

O Wave God who broke through… Sea Bream massive pink and silver cool swimming down with me watchin… staying away from the spear

One granite ridge A tree, would be enough Or even a rock, a small creek, A bark shred in a pool. Hill beyond hill, folded and twist…

Hammering a dent out of a bucket a woodpecker answers from the woods

At the last turn in the path “goodbye—” —bending, bowing, (moss and a bit of wild

Owl calls, pollen dust blows Swirl of light strokes writhing knot-tying light paths,

All this new stuff goes on top turn it over, turn it over wait and water down from the dark bottom turn it inside out

He had driven half the night From far down San Joaquin Through Mariposa, up the Dangerous Mountain roads, And pulled in at eight a.m.

Standing at the baggage passing ti… Austin Texas airport—my ride hasn… My former wife is making websites… one son’s seldom seen, the other one and his wife have a…

Washing Kai in the sauna, The kerosene lantern set on a box outside the ground-level window, Lights up the edge of the iron sto… washtub down on the slab