Each could picture probably …
David Rivard
Wandering off under those astrological signs …
The American common is no collective or princedom …
When I wake now it’s below ocherous, saw-ridged …
"I see you," she says— …
Sunlight fades …
Sometimes everything feels like a trick. …
Where am I going today …
Lucky day still spent wrestling the private problems …
The days are dog-eared, the edges torn, …
Now that everything seems so persuasive …
I fed my father what …
After his ham & cheese in the drape factory cafeteria, …
Written on clapboard or asbestos siding, the cartoony …