Snow Country
desolate the reach
of space a
curved line of
white empty as
the loneliness one
feels the tone
is different on
a day like
this she says
unaware that her
words fall like
snow in the
mountains soft quiet
in the roar
no one hears
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Another piece from the eighties…this first appeared here in November 2015.
O at the Edges 
This is a cool little glimpse into your influences back in the day…
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Prentiss Moore led me to Creeley, Olson, Oppen, and later, to Ponge, Celan and others. I owe him much.
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