I was prophesied to die at a certain age, and knew nothing that could cure me. Later, much later, the world was stretched out before me like leather, one morning after another. I asked the wise among my friends, “I will go out onto the white and endless savanna, is it there I will find my charm against sleep?” My… Read more →


Perhaps, from my youth, the coal burning at Vernon will give me cancer.  Perhaps not.  Though today, not far from there, I woke to the rain burning the road and also   the chickens in their coop, on this little farm. More honestly, I woke to something   screaming in the woods, from the rain, and saw the road, the… Read more →