Haines Eason
Poem: 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...
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Haines Eason
- Feb 16, 2018
Poem: Between Hills That Were and Hills That Are
Between Hills That Were and Hills That Are I can’t remember the boy Who passed through the windshield. Never before, nor...
Haines Eason
- Jan 23, 2018
Poem: Even Wind Must Work
Even 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 Eason
- Jan 18, 2018
Poem: All Night Woman
All Night Woman The midnight animals dousing themselves Into bouts of sickness, chugging brown bags At carnival jug tosses and radio...
Haines Eason
- Jan 17, 2018
Poem: Pacific Starfish
Pacific Starfish | On the middle day we saw them, As if we had to be evenly distant from everything made by man—both approaching and...