A request for your best, and a cover spread
On lines and borders
I came to poetry because I needed a language that was beyond ordinary. — Joy Harjo
A bit about source texts in Fast Commute
A half-ode to the Greyhound, late like the bus
Birdsong, frog call, human engine
Routine, acedia, bad weather, creation
On the occasion of sending my next book of poetry to the printer...
On writing the end first
A cento-in-progress
Two April poems
Launching, reading from, sending thanks for another one