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

Note: Originally published in the Spring 2010 issue of Arch Literary Journal. Haines Eason: If we could, I would like to work backward from your newest book first. Let’s begin with The Garden Room. Gertrude Stein’s influence on this project is apparent from the outset with the opening epigraph. And, with how the poems hew closely to Stein’s style, Tender Buttons immediately comes to mind. What about Stein’s work excited you enough to write such an extended meditation that so

Elliptical They just can’t seem to . . . They should try harder to . . . They ought to be more . . . We all wish they weren’t so . . . They never . . . They always . . . Sometimes they . . . Once in a while they . . . However it is obvious that they . . . Their overall tendency has been . . . The consequences of which have been . . . They don’t appear to understand that . . . If only they would make an effort to . . . But we know how difficult it is for them to . . . Many of

Between Hills That Were and Hills That Are I can’t remember the boy Who passed through the windshield. Never before, nor after—acquaintance At a party, arguing with some other stranger, Shoved out the door they then both were gone. Walking wild, someone recalled, afterwards, Willing his scored and blind body forward. Which is more dreaded : the gruesome Thing that is, or a thing so innocent, soon Become gruesome? Some few weeks The mark went road to field— Tread and blood, bl

The best friendships are those that are built on a deep understanding, something often not even verbalized. Maybe it's a fault of mine: I tend to seek these connections only. Maybe it's because I am an only child. Whatever the reason, I tend to make friends that are more like siblings... I think Marcus is one of those. I connected with Marcus Myers because I felt somehow I knew by second sight the world in which he grew up even though we only met in recent years. I know he fe

Of Being Numerous, 12 ‘In these explanations it is presumed that an experiencing subject is one occasion of a sensitive reaction to an actual world.' the rain falls that had not been falling and it is the same world . . . They made small objects Of wood and the bones of fish And of stone. They talked, Families talked. They gathered in council And spoke, carrying objects. They were credulous, Their things shone in the forest. They were patient With the world. This will never r