Notes

Notes On language:Our sixth sense is made out of words. On paradise:Once I believed in eternal lifebut the birds singing in the cherry treesoutside my window convinced me I was a fool. On our war dead:They measure how grateful we arefor the chance to learn the error...
Fossil

Fossil

Fossil We looked hard, but none of uscould remember the exact spot.Twenty-three years. Things had changed.Was this boat ramp here, then? Finally, I said, “Near enoughfor government work” (a favorite lineof our dad’s) “The current willbring them together, anyway.” We...

Preparation

Preparation “You go where the landshed takes you, One word at a time, still Counting your money, wearing impermanent clothes.” Charles Wright one at a time, chink by chinkyou fill gaps in the stone wall,and you dig in the fresh dirt, somethingturning its head toward...