“At what point does the light leave the eyes…?” Is it flowing from follicles out of Eustachian tubes Down the steep back roads at the nape of the neck? Does light leave screaming and laughing? Is it projected in to the air To the amazed Who, dazed, didn’t get the joke Didn’t tell a joke, […]

In fixed stares at the torn dark dirt In snares caught and combed We fought the frozen ponds Hiding the slow moving cold blooded fathers. We wanted to know what the green Waving arms under the ice glaze had to say We wanted to know why maples tattooed By pocket knives feared the brown lake’s […]