Several of These Could Make a Lamp
Because the sky is our story told by another, this is the fire I tend, wearing an erect
posture like a weapon.
And when you found your voice, it was not done, its face the color of a dog’s bark.
I lit the match and waited for the shriek.
I don’t know what this means so I think you should hate me. But don’t hate me.
I had been lost for weeks and no one had noticed. So I went back to my life and no
one noticed that either.
And when something I said finally broke its chains, the neighbors gasped and the
relatives who hadn’t heard me heard them. Heard them because they mattered and the
beast, the real beast, became again invisible.
Silence on its knees.
Knit some mufflers for the soldiers.
Send a little something for the broken taillight.
Fiction. Modern Abstract Fables.
(First edition, hardcover with dustjacket, 524 pages, $36.50 USD.)
Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days draws from fairy tales, a condescending of a 1938 Social Studies reader for 6th grade, an 1890 handbook on marital compatibility, numerous annoying educational advancement studies, the myths and legends of third-world countries and minority peoples, pulp fiction, a history of carnival side shows, folktales, frequent conversations with Crows, Owls and a wide variety of underground inhabitants, insects and the people who collect them, Joseph Cornell, Günter Eich, Russell Edson, the French Surrealist poets, the Quay Brothers, letterpress printing, and the author’s inability to channel his imagination linearly.
Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.