We pick up a piece of charred willow,
wrap our fingered sense
around it, its body soft as silk,
and draw from the arch
of a bison’s back
across a curve of wall
in the amber flare of tallow light.
Hester L. Furey
In his little book How to Re-imagine the World (Gabriola Island, BC: New Society Publishers, 2007), Anthony Weston urges readers to make a model of “weeds”; he says, “Aim for changes (new patterns, practices, institutions)that are as hardy as possible and that insistently re-emerge on their own. … view
Back before soup was invented — yes there was such a time, and people were living right here in DeKalb County, Georgia — they had spears and shelters, sex and conversation. They had no soup because they had no bowls, pots, or pans to cook in.
I’ve eaten … view
News made me a
Idly I count
in every line.
naming a blind
of the game. I
O CNN sports
executive: … view
Twenty years ago Camille was thirty. Twenty years from now she will be seventy. She counts years like a handful of coins, knowing they will be spent for trinkets, a pair ofgold earrings or the mermaid wind chime sculpted from copper wire, its tail outlined ingreen with amethyst … view
An old man stumbles around in the night. Maybe he is drunk. Maybe his knees hurt. Maybe he just misses his wife.
But then, the dinosaurs had no space program. They wouldn’t even have known what one was.
When the … view
Preparing for the Post-apocalypse
A military band strikes up a rousing tune. The age of criminal responsibility — that is, eligibility for the death penalty — must have just been lowered again, this time to twelve. Even the innocent have begun to speak in code. “Rain” … view
I want to talk to you
because I’ve been thinking about it
a lot, lately.
“We must remember to make things
of infinite mass,” you said, before stepping
out the window.
I don’t know much about mass
The cable men struggled with an Anaconda
They unrolled and released it from the winch
And spread a new area network.
Some are poisoned by its vibes
And the rest are planning to taste the venom.
The Anaconda, partly resting and half dying,
If I could—
By using only past tense
I would tell you precisely what happened.
While I punch and push to add anew
It will become long and old like something you can trust.
When my father took us on a trip to … view