The thumb, incarnate, knows/ the moment of the misplaced hammer blow;/ the tongue, incarnate, the cool invigoration/ of water drawn from the dark well.

“Do you have a job? Are you going back to school,” I asked, you know, because I’m hip like that.

full of mad hope / we dash into the street / leap into the fray / and enter splendiferous lists

Carla woke up from her hospital bed screaming. "Somebody please help me. Please save me. I am begging you."

At the annual Earth Day celebration, Frieda looked up in the sky and saw a lone goose. It had caught her attention with its call, echoing off the buildings and trees.

Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?

It’s a compromising situation... The would be Bride of Christ begins perspiring before the crowd. Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring echoes through the antique church just one more time, a little loud. With every added verse and every flickering vigi

These fern-like weeds grow along the roads. “Watch this,” you say, bending down over a plant. The touch of your fingertip sets it recoiling, stunned–a fun, jungle trick you picked up somewhere along your way.

So we stayed on the train admiring the time.

We can’t see anything except for glimpses of the other’s eyes, hands, mouths when we move.

They've put down roots under the dome. Want to push through the ceiling, blot out the sun. I have other plans.

The voice is back! That voice, like milk and honey, like mother, like the school nurse who bandaged my scraped knee.

Flew a Messerschmitt. Drove a tank over people in Poland though not in Prague, and claimed he was never a guard at the death camps.

Katie died on Tuesday.

No one would have picked me out of a crowd as the morbid one, but it was true that thoughts of easy exits floated through my consciousness regularly. I did my research—the easy methods, painless, guaranteed methods—and felt prepared to do, well, w