A Thought had While Staring up into the Eyes of Mao Zedong
To be worshipped you need not be anything but great, not kind, nor loving, nor even marginally worth dying for, but arrogance will do,...
Concatenation
On the night I left home again for the winds of the desolate prairie, I sobbed in the study lounge for 60 straight minutes, facing the...
Doubt
Eyes like barn owls, perched in the rafters of her face. I'm searching the air for the right questions to all the answers I've been...
The Windows are Frozen Shut
We barrel through the prairie autumn in J's Chevy, taking in fields the color of sepia photographs, leaves that skitter over the asphalt...
Heading
I’ve never told you how it scares me, the way we’re charging through fog all the time with compasses smashed to pieces at our feet. Be...
Taoyateduta (Little Crow)
The angels I know of do not dress in white. He was a blackened tongue, branded by the sight of Washington, the unwelcome prophet whose...