How much it must bear on its back, a great ball of blue shadow, yet somehow it shines, keeps up an appearance. For hours tonight, I walked beneath it, learning.
He was a big man, says the size of… on a pile of broken dishes by the… a tall man too, says the length of… in an upstairs room; and a good, G… says the Bible with a broken back
They have set aside their black ti… scratched and dented, spattered with drops of pink and b… and their dried-up, rolled-up tube… of alizarin crimson, chrome green,
The gravel road rides with a slow… over the fields, the telephone lin… streaming behind, its billow of du… full of the sparks of redwing blac… On either side, those dear old lad…
Seventy years ago I made a pair o… from six-foot two-by-twos, with bl… to stand on nailed a foot from the… If I was to learn to walk on stil… them red and I had to wait almost…
This is the tiny moth who lives on… who drinks like a deer at the glea… at the edge of the sleeper’s eye,… of its mouth as light as a cloud’s… In your dream, a moonlit figure ap…
It seemed those rose-pink dishes she kept for special company were always cold, brought down from the shelf in jingling stacks, the plates like the panes of ice
She had turned her face up into a rain of light, and came on smili… The light trickled down her forehe… and into her eyes. It ran down into the neck of her sweatshirt
Here, on fine long legs springy as… a life rides, sealed in a small br… that skims along over the basement… wrapped up in a simple obsession. Eight legs reach out like the mast…
The next morning I felt that our… had been lifted away from its foun… during the night, and was now adri… though so heavy it drew a foot or… of whatever was buoying it up, not…
On a parking lot staircase I met two fine-looking men descending, both in slacks and dress shirts, neckties much alike, one of the men
Cards in each mailbox, angel, manger, star and lamb, as the rural carrier, driving the snowy roads, hears from her bundles
They’re on their way to Goodwill in Destiny’s old cardboard carton, the flaps folded inside, lending i… scuffed shoulders a look of author… the box knowing the route, the sho…
What once was meant to be a statem… a dripping dagger held in the fist of a shuddering heart—is now just… on a bony old shoulder, the spot where vanity once punched him hard
The wall of identical boxes into w… our Aunt Sticky sorted the daily… was at the far end of her dining r… and from the private side looked l… a fancy wallpaper upon which peoni…