At the Gate
At the gate they ask for your union card. They ask for a fact sheet. You must have it in writing. At the border. At the red sign take warning. …
At the gate they ask for your union card. They ask for a fact sheet. You must have it in writing. At the border. At the red sign take warning. …
The electorate has spoken. We will be governed. In the ballot, in the road. Here is the school, the church, the bright red convenience store. Meet under the sign, my …
From: The world To: Notification From: Night train to wisdom To: B.A. awarded to sensory data From: Mackinac Island covered with rain To Voice, always voice …
You exist for days on end in a thick blue sweatshirt. This keeps politicians away from the door. The world is at bay. The world keeps coming back. The world …
Whereas, says the scribe of the beautiful hand. Whereas, shall the people answer. The document could last forever or until tomorrow. Surely the sun will rise again. You can track …
Fill the bowls at once. Measure air, measure water. Breathing, if you can count. Test color. Words bounce off the surface. No one ever understood sound. What enters the ear. …
His life reads the same backwards and forwards. All the letters fall into place. The single word comes to him in a dream. Now it can be named, the vertiginous …
Smell is the one. You can grasp the salt- stung sea edge. Find the beloved’s hair across any room. Rub five-petalled cinquefoil until your nose is yellow under Arctic sun. …
The rabbit huddles motionless against the blocks under the house. Carrots do not tempt it. It is so cold nothing can move. Here on earth, time is measured and clear. …