I was thinking the moon was in the apple tree, but I was mistaken. I was thinking
the church ought to be there.
I was assembling a god from jumping ropes. I was going to church, but I didn’t
know then what church was.
I was floating along with church, making up children for the collection box, and
Josh swam by, a good friend to the end. I was expecting him to last longer. A little more
Josh than that.
Then an apple fell from the apple tree and I was mistaken again. But I was still
Then Alex wrote a new song I didn’t want to hear anymore.
He was a judge. He worked at the Texaco.
He said I was feeding a complicated goat complex and I was trembling. I was only
partially mistaken.
I was watching Alex trying to pick up two girls and the rump roast. The church was
still not in the apple tree. The two girls did not believe they were assembling God.
Alex was not a minister. And he didn’t work at the drive-in.
And I was terribly shaken and I was trembling and I was no longer certain of being
It was not the right time to stop making up children or searching for guidance in the
apple tree’s innocent hungers, nor was it time to lure Alex away from a steady income
just to question the circumstances under which Josh had absconded with such a large
portion of that particular church’s appropriation of valuable children’s rhymes and
secular employment opportunities. It wouldn’t have left us any more certain of his end
than the cut rope swinging in the wind from the very same branch of the apple tree upon
which the sleeping crow’s silhouette had coincided with the moon’s emergence from the
passing cloud bank.
I myself just wasn’t important enough yet to be eclipsed in such an enigmatic
I guess I was thinking the church ought to be there.

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.