“The depression of his head had hardly left,”

“If you were to meet me, coming over from that distant road bordering this tract of squash patches from the lemon orchard, and the scarecrow the crows have made into a flannel home,”

“Disguised in ordinary speech—quicksilvering the vein,”

“Amazed at the world with the wonder of the dimwitted,”

“If I can be sure of anything, it is,”

“Tied to a slow drip delivered intravenously, to be made comfortable”

“Fugitive churching in the elmwood grove, occult in the moor”

“Lost to a gamble of loaded dice,”

“And suddenly I’ve never been anywhere. Reposed in no prior history, the snow falls.”

“After the harnessed veil of behavior is unlocked—her hair”

“The ferryman stakes his gnarled yew pole deep into the marsh, dragging the length of this light hulk along,”

“I would keep my twin, who did not live, deformed with strong vinegars among the root cellar jars.”

“Of all the ways it could be done: the haruspex setting the hooked point of the knife against the oxen’s shaved belly,”

“Stopped clock, a glint of the mirror unshrouds when the window opens to the boreal wind, the black-witch flits in,”

“Brought to rest at the hermitage warmed with the soup-bone’s druid tumor simmering in the pot,”