Three people come where no people belong any more. …
Hayden Carruth
Fear. Three bears …
Coming home with the last load I ride standing …
I just had the old Dodge in the shop …
Both of us had been close …
The northern lights. I wouldn’t have noticed them …
Liebe, meine liebe, I had not hoped …
You died. And because you were Greek they gave you …
Was I so poor …
Scrambled eggs and whiskey …
I sing of Morrisville …
You rose from our embrace and the small light spread …
You may think it strange, Sam, that I'm writing …
Like all his people he felt at home in the forest. …
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. …