How Deeply Should One Read? — ****************************************************************** Dear Robbin, I hear what you have to say — and you have more to say than pretty much all of my first-year students put together. I am just a little confused. …

A poem — Origen’s road is not for sale, not for rent, out of your budget like clouds and surprise Rider’s cycle there, bringing their denim things smoke from the tail is a metal on pipe gophers they sniff about, goats in someone’s heat boards get criss crossed where the greens always go …

Batman has fallen forgotten his name Fevers have swollen death swoon for some fame Nobody answers since nobody’s lame and everyone doctors straight-placing their claim the music it hollars screams forth strangest aim and everyone laughters out under some rain the preachers sing darkness and each one’s the same money for ashes and ashes for game the monster though hunts us its hunger unswain and everyone dances half owning…

A landman’s tale — What is wounding? he always asked, pointing at his chest, no, thumping, with eyes quite dry. The desert didn’t bat a rodent wing either, and the cactus spines tilted, praying “Lord, support the lean side of the thirst house low as ditches.” Cans of water hung the mid-beams, as the…