The words became librarians, custodians of people
I looked for on the bridge.
I forgot my own face.
I read the book backwards, and
I painted your name in lace
(I drink only the milk of script as beer).
I dislocate all gallery aesthetics,
I carry keys for Baltimore and
|2012||Fifteen Years of Darkness||Liu Xiaobo|
|2008||Field Note||Eric Pankey|
|2015||Field in Spring||Susan Stewart|
|1916||Fiddler Jones||Edgar Lee Masters|
|2008||Ferrum [excerpt]||M. Nourbese Philip|
|1937||Fern Hill||Dylan Thomas|
|2004||Fence of Sticks (audio only)||Deborah Digges|