|abandoned mine Kellogg Idaho|
This is how my writing is. A looming edifice.
|Jolly Green Giant|
So jolly and large. Standing on my chest. Hands at hips.
Pleased as punch the writing goes no where.
I want/know/hope the work will look like this:
Eduardo C. Corral: His Slow Lightning!
Another of my fellow NEA-ers' books.
Inspiring in its various forms.
Every word I utter/is opalescent.
Through the window, sky like a torn sketch of the ocean.
I asked once for a sonnet. You
peeled back the skin and muscle of your left hand: fourteen bones.
didn't know: a serpent
is a fruit eaten to the core.
Next on NEA reading list: Jill Alexander Essbaum's Necropolis.