Monthly Archives: February 2015

fire hydrants reappear halite crackles underfoot manhole gaping eats you up

Gene impersonate a Muppet in a Lenten service in the church of casseroles in Concord (NH) Sunday was priceless and timeless all rolled into one.

Manuscript on snow: a brilliant skein of cities unfurls below.

I hate to ask for money. It must go back a ways— to selling mags in junior high, or even younger days. It feels like stealing lettuce, like Peter Rabbit did. McGregor’s hoe hangs over me. He terrified this kid.