The Keepers
In the cell-blocks of the dead are chandeliers big as elk. The nightly tango begins and ends when the sinner […]
In the cell-blocks of the dead are chandeliers big as elk. The nightly tango begins and ends when the sinner […]
We are the spirit Vaster than the sky We are one So unique in each expression We are the truth
John Brehm DECOMPOSITION Framed in the upended triangle of the dead pine’s now un- grasping roots a cluster of larkspur
I tell my son I wish I didn’t have to go to work todayand he says he wishes he didn’t
The birds have flown up high all togetherOne cloud is lazily driftingAnd we never grow tired of watching each othersitting
1 The bear went over the mountain, The bear went over the mountain, The bear went over the mountain