November & Persephone
A golden shredding of light, slow unfolding, the airy geometry of trees revealed in a day by day transfiguration of tough vegetable matter into clearer and clearer frames of radiance, until you scarcely know… More
The Holy Ghost’s Life of Writing
The Holy Ghost's Life of WritingI think the Holy Ghost has writtennot only the Bible but all books.—George Bernard ShawNo staring out the windows, no sharpening pencils,no torn-up pages,… More
Let Man Remember
Let man remember throughout his life he’s on his way toward death:each day he travels only a little so he thinks he’s always at rest—like someone sitting at ease… More
Panopticon
So again this vista is eroding. The buildings dim. The women doze in their Steel and stone barns, their toil Having been state approved, the sheets Bleached harmless and stacked on the tables By… More
Chris Early: Sheryl
Legs parted like a pie with one slice eaten inside a la mode thighs angle over sour sheets. They are silk. A guitar sleeps beside her, always, and I am stoned again, nude, seated on carpet, waiting… More
Observations From a Penitentiary Window
Darkness melts,then seeps out of the blue-gray sky,while warm beams of lightpour like a heavy rain,a bright waterfall runningdown the leaf-green hillsfilling the river basin.And I’m standing hereon the… More
Prison Moon
Four a.m. work duty and I beginmy solitary trudge from outer compoundto main building. A shivering guard,chilled in his lonely outpost, strip searchesme until content that my inconsequential nudity.poses… More