A bit about source texts in Fast Commute
In the great exhale of May
Two April poems
Reading, words, straying off
Launching, reading from, sending thanks for another one
On lines and borders
Birdsong, frog call, human engine
I came to poetry because I needed a language that was beyond ordinary. — Joy Harjo
On the occasion of sending my next book of poetry to the printer...
Routine, acedia, bad weather, creation
A request for your best, and a cover spread
A cento-in-progress