For times like these – and what times aren’t? – I keep a fish pond in my basement. When hunger raises its triangular head, I descend to the dark waters, bullwhip in hand. Drawn out of nature, the fish in their generation no longer take a bodily form from any natural thing. Their eyes are …
Month: March 2020
Tu amigo, Ramondo
elegy for Ray Clark Dickson On the road, on the sea on the trail of the diamond word, following the drunken footsteps of London and Kerouac, men who left scattered manuscript pages in their wake, you wayfared your way through bottles, businesses, boats, vows, families, fortunes, houses, huts, saddles, reels, saws, tales, timber, and night …
The Gunslinger in Technicolor: Poems 1980 – 1992
Jedediah Smith’s poetry explores the terrain between history and myth, the desert landscapes where folklore and fact about the American West swirl together as oil paints on an artist’s palette. With a sense of space and light informed by the films of John Ford and Howard Hawks, Jedediah documents the western landscape of red rock …
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Sonnet 4 in 2020
Does love of thrift cut funds for Animal Control? The roadkill hoard along Marsh Road – the freeway feeder route with heavy traffic in constant roar – is left to molder green in gutters, spread its splatter south with each new set of treads, or to accrue the interest of smaller scavengers, who soon will …
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