Haines EasonMay 29, 2019Poem: Entering Anonymous I drifted to Butte, Montana after my time at the University of Montana had run its course. I had supposedly graduated, and had been...
Haines EasonFeb 16, 2018Poem: Between Hills That Were and Hills That AreBetween Hills That Were and Hills That Are I can’t remember the boy Who passed through the windshield. Never before, nor...
Haines EasonJan 23, 2018Poem: Even Wind Must WorkEven Wind Must Work Heavy, the eyes are waked into. Another small town as if a dream, Each one a glass forest, Passing headlights like...
Haines EasonJan 18, 2018Poem: All Night WomanAll Night Woman The midnight animals dousing themselves Into bouts of sickness, chugging brown bags At carnival jug tosses and radio...
Haines EasonJan 17, 2018Poem: Pacific StarfishPacific Starfish | On the middle day we saw them, As if we had to be evenly distant from everything made by man—both approaching and...