Bildungsroman: Climate Control
When the air kicked on, I used to
pretend it was the breath of everything
near by that just died: bugs, birds, the way
people...
Ricocheted Into Our Better Selves
From the field a moose leads by example—crossing the road, returning, pacing, waitingfor her slick-born calf, all long-legged maybe.Cars pile...
When the Nights Are Long
May oboes fringe the roads you roam,
a string quartet arranged around each
intersection and traffic lights timed
to its movements, every car...
Survival Guide
The wolf never came to the door,
though we imagined it howling.
Somehow the lights stayed on.
The chuck-will’s-widow’s whistle vanished
from summer nights, yet still we...
