The horse had been beaten and flies crawled on the beat marks.
A gravely ill man was waiting for me in a village ten miles distant.
There was no sense in brushing off or any other civilized thing.
For my vacation last summer, I visited the Bateer family in Xiwuqi.
I want to focus on bears. On knowing them, and on what they need.
The hawk moves out of the way to let a little hot package of breath rise up.
After breakfast I set out to see what my wild neighbors have been up to.
The animals are dying. All the beautiful women are dying too.
Since I am in my seventies, it is now or never, and I know it.
All night the insects’ grinding jaws chewed through the darkness.
He tuned the future backward as he left the ringing water to reclaim me.
The hound, the leash, the fence, the hens. So many of them.
Snows piling in his crying mouth. Cold gave him a light complexion.
Karen was, in that moment, nothing, emptiness. She was oblivion.
I let the baby mouse live because I cannot kill what has ears.
I want to cut loose from her each wistful sigh I hear escape her lips.
The girl marched directly up to me, glaring, and said, “You hit my dog.”
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We imagined the train routes through the heart of the country.
I lost my medicine bag from back when I believed in magic.
They do good things for us, the bats. But we do not want them there.
Follow your dog, and you might just live to write for another day.
Reviewers are curs and their opinions are not to be taken seriously.
I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact.
When a cobra eats it starts with the head, goes to the place that thinks.
Even glaciers have phone lines even Roquefort has its soft tufts of sweet
what happens in all these villages after we ride through them?
I looked out at the busy world, and I saw nothing but its ugly bones.
Find a hair in the rose bush, wrap it around a thorn until that thorn is soft.
We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.