The wall of identical boxes into w… our Aunt Sticky sorted the daily… was at the far end of her dining r… and from the private side looked l… a fancy wallpaper upon which peoni…

She had turned her face up into a rain of light, and came on smili… The light trickled down her forehe… and into her eyes. It ran down into the neck of her sweatshirt

In her eighties now, and weak and… with emphysema, my aunt sends me a birthday card-a tossing ocean with clipper ship-and wishes me we… at forty-four. She’s included

How much it must bear on its back, a great ball of blue shadow, yet somehow it shines, keeps up an appearance. For hours tonight, I walked beneath it, learning.

Here, on fine long legs springy as… a life rides, sealed in a small br… that skims along over the basement… wrapped up in a simple obsession. Eight legs reach out like the mast…

Slap of the screen door, flat knoc… of my grandmother’s boxy black sho… on the wooden stoop, the hush and… of her knob-kneed, cotton-aproned… out to the edge and then, toed in

On a parking lot staircase I met two fine-looking men descending, both in slacks and dress shirts, neckties much alike, one of the men

They’re on their way to Goodwill in Destiny’s old cardboard carton, the flaps folded inside, lending i… scuffed shoulders a look of author… the box knowing the route, the sho…

He was a big man, says the size of… on a pile of broken dishes by the… a tall man too, says the length of… in an upstairs room; and a good, G… says the Bible with a broken back

This is the tiny moth who lives on… who drinks like a deer at the glea… at the edge of the sleeper’s eye,… of its mouth as light as a cloud’s… In your dream, a moonlit figure ap…

It’s a kitchen. Its curtains fill with a morning light so bright you can’t see beyond its windows into the afternoon. A kitchen falling through time with its thin…

I have seen the Brown Recluse Sp… run with a net in her hand, or rat… what resembled a net, what resembl… a hand. She ran down the gleaming… of the bathtub, trailing a frail s…

The gravel road rides with a slow… over the fields, the telephone lin… streaming behind, its billow of du… full of the sparks of redwing blac… On either side, those dear old lad…

Seventy years ago I made a pair o… from six-foot two-by-twos, with bl… to stand on nailed a foot from the… If I was to learn to walk on stil… them red and I had to wait almost…