subscribeMay 27, 2010 0 comments
my american sentences
In the day’s last light, trees are still, books are still — all but my mind is still.
May 26, 2010 0 comments
my american sentences
As a truck’s reverse alarm sounds, I expect the rain to fall backwards.
May 25, 2010 1 comment
my american sentences
Guthrie Martin residence, two sides of a bedroom window, 5:02 p.m. May 25, 2010:
The oil-dark bird flew from my attic, turned to look at me through the glass.
May 24, 2010 6 comments
my american sentences
My language no longer matches up with my perceptions: It tells lies.
May 11, 2010 4 comments
my american sentences
The birds are handled and washed, handled and washed, handled and washed, handled.
