The correspondent received honors in the waron his first book.
Workers are scheduledto will each hour.Their labor costsa handful of ass.
My thoughts burn with snow–the hazards of Alabamasummer haiku.
the spine dry contoursa rattle on a dirt roadthe map of human life
Citrus Smokestacks(found poem–pg. 21 of Eric Schlosser’sFast Food Nation) The town out on the edge nicknamed “Citrus Smokestacks”had just sixty inhabitants. It was the last stop.Tourists and migrants jammed cheap…