My little boat can only go so far. The coiled rope unwinds from the dock to just about midway across the lake— the point where the trees on the…

  The bird limped through my dreams, my days. I’d seen it for two weeks, stitching steps across the ball field, swift as a jacket zipper. It’d see me coming…

  Nine days since we’ve seen the sun, the clouds buried in clouds. Light falls in vellum strands like ice from wires. The river’s splintered pane belies a warmer future.…

  Here is another hive the eye might climb into, another place I’d like to put my hands, as if the heart were wings at work under the chicken wire,…