I drifted to Butte, Montana after my time at the University of Montana had run its course. I had supposedly graduated, and had been...

Between Hills That Were and Hills That Are I can’t remember the boy Who passed through the windshield. Never before, nor...

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...

All Night Woman The midnight animals dousing themselves Into bouts of sickness, chugging brown bags At carnival jug tosses and radio...

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...