Abbey Cemetery
for Kilian McDonnell, OSB This gentle hill heaves, pushing up crenellations— those markers of surrendered life secured even in death. A phalanx of gray…
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Open Letter
To Rush Limbaugh, From Frank, the Retired Postal Worker I draw a picture of you with my number two pencil a stout guy like…
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I was bumping through the desert my knees to my chin in the passenger seat of a VW bug. Early December in southern Mexico….
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Work the land long enough, and you become aware of the kelp-like waves of crops advancing and retreating across the face of the earth….
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