The Calamity Prayer
Go West, young man: the first commandment of American dogma, and the last. Lewis and Clark heeded it in 1804, Kerouac and Cassidy in 1947. On foot or horse or motorcycle, . . .
What’s Wrong with Me?
The end of the world
is not what’s wrong with me.
Old age, illness, and death
are not wrong. They just are. . . .
In Praise of My Manicure
Because I was taught all my life to blend in, I want
my fingernails to blend out: like preschoolers
who stomp their rain boots in a parking lot, . . .
Trying to Find My Li’l All ’n All (Sitting on Top of the World)
A campground in Mississippi, a cold December dawn: I climbed from a sleeping bag, befuddled by the clarity of morning. Blinking into sun-glare off the steady surfaces of ponds. Stumbling across frozen, . . .