...I was told repeatedly not to go to the end of the block. This was said as if creatures from a distant planet lived there. My mother was of the opinion that the people “at the end of the block” were to be avoided.
My Hero
Jokūbas and the Red Barn
Like Jackson Pollack and Mark Rothko, Jokūbas numbered his paintings, refusing to ever give any of them a title or even a date.
THE ONE-NIGHTER; VIRGINIA ROSE; MAPLE MAN; RECOVERY; BEWARE THE MAN
All the sap dripped from him.
Heirs licked the sweetness.
Who Knew? Well, I’ll Tell You.
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What We Leave Uncounted; She Draws Places She Hasn’t Been; Things Still Waiting to Be Finished; Amateur Fossils of the Sleepless Night; Instructions for Listening to Silence
If dreams left bones I would sift them gently from the sheets. A rib of moonlight.
How I Write
I carry fragments of lines in my mind for days or weeks before writing them down. Sometimes the line arrives whole, sometimes only as rhythm. I try to follow the sound first and the meaning later. Language, like water, tends to find its own level if you give it enough patience.