Monthly Archives: April 2015

Mak­ing Art He down shift­ed the Opal from third to sec­ond As they approached the inter­sec­tion of Hook­er Road And Arling­ton Blvd, swivel­ing his neck in an instant Assess­ment as they sped on through the red light. You crazy son of a bitch, … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

I'm in my patrol car and I ges­ture to let a big guy, dust­ed with white paint, make a left in front of me. He's dri­ving an old pick­up bur­dened by lad­ders. There is a thick lay­er of debris on the dash­board. Cig­a­rette packs, … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

I swim the vac­u­um  between your atoms sing along the dark mat­tered strands between galax­ies beyond imag­i­na­tion wit­ness­ing the base pat­tern of all worlds the mys­tery scripts hang­ing orna­ment­ed about your thoughts I hum under your feet with­in the val­leys of fin­ger­print ridges shrink­ing, … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

I have this plas­tic lam­i­nat­ed card that says I'm an Indi­an.  It has my name on it, the tribe I'm from—some kind of Chero­kee, and my pic­ture.  It needs my pic­ture because I don't look like an Indi­an at all.  … Con­tin­ue read­ing →

Moun­tain folk I see them every­where. In the cities now. On the streets. In the pool rooms, bars, fight­in' clubs. Inswank hotels. Still back in the Piney woods. I see them dri­vin' pick up trucks. Dri­ving BMWs. Endur­ing peo­ple. Fight­ing for the … Con­tin­ue read­ing →