“What holds up the sky holds each one of us, too—” says the poem “Indwelling,” by Scott Edward Anderson. Then we go on to impact the sky, “causing little inversions.”
Resort
Resort When the Baker Hotel died, no one ordered an autopsy or called the local mortician. They just left the carcass at the crossroads where it fell, bulging brickwalls, gouged eyes, empty sockets jagg’d with glass. On coffee break, the local doc doesn’t wonder if he could save her. Guilt dies without memory so don’t […]
