Poe walked with me along the Hudson, the sullen edge of the river now braced with concrete,  losing the battle between land and sea. “We had no cars,” Poe muttered. “We did have horse shit, however. Me, I’ll sustain the exhaust fumes. You run no risk of falling into them.”Continue Reading


Set it up here Include all audio Yellow light streams over the brown-green rim of the hill,  edges roughened with forest. I stand at the sink, storm windows swung open Over the ribbed, white edge of frost light coming down over the hilltop, skidding across frozen air Morning, 1962 HangContinue Reading