He Would Take You

When he sinks his heelsinto the sodden courtyard grass,the muddy leather skin of his Oxfordssmells of death — vulgar and earthy —and he rather likes it.The stench summonsin him distant visions;Young men crossing the university’sred-brick corridors,the academe’s dark wallswhispering secret knowledge to themthat only much older menpossess and protect.His rubber heelscrack hard againstthe waxed floors... Continue Reading →

County Road D, Brantwood, WI, After a Storm

White trunks of birches flashin the quick sun and shadow woods.At the top of a rise, a lightning-splitelm and fallen fence. Behind,an overgrown lane of ancient maples,lopsided and burly, leaves stainedwith autumn. Beyond, a barn collapsedin a spiral of timbers and twisted roof.A faded farmhouse stares ahead,dead-windowed and empty.In the yard a homemade hay wagon,two... Continue Reading →

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