Poetry, Richard Meier
"It’s all one I am / thinking. Whistling holds water then / loosens coordination ..."
"It’s all one I am / thinking. Whistling holds water then / loosens coordination ..."
"...and threw his small body into a gold mess of tall grass ..."
"Around other stars, they do not know us ..."
Five photographs
"Across the continent, smoke in the satellite loops ..."
"Those quests once started, yet far from done ..."
"A dance you don't know, but your sick body knows ..."
"...risk their life for a dollar an hour ..."
"Flower symmetry otherwise; Or else, are we musicians?"
"Easy to feel young here, / in the forest."