chapter 17, when you burn your garbage the people i might need to tellare far and awaythis is how you can reach themin the night, morning reallybetween 2 and 4amsshh be silenttake into account…

  (Prayer at Devil’s Gulch for the Disremembered)  tonight dogs worry their chains she can still smell the raw cold steel of the gun barrel the cherry grip handle, crosshatched, well oiled tonight she…

he enters her thoughts makes her whisper calls him by his true name remembering thunder too much c’est trop like the scent of seashells and spiknard  combined with woodsmoke and whisky a howl, heaving …

here the grass shakes and hissesa song there, a rememberingsmall lynx is a wave in the meadowyou’ll miss her me if you’re not lookingi turn from the uglythat precedes some peoplewave them on. keep…

They whispered behind the closed door. Some say they were angels some say demons. Because of the way they floated on clouds. They eventually shape shifted from dirt, from the filth, mouth full of…

    orange purple pinkthe desert shape shifts from stone to gully to the almost forgotten lovera brigade of soldiers and sheep i am the reason for the steel cloudsi roami am removing thingsforked lightening over the…

i am knowing nothing. a newborn knows more. a rock, curled leaf dry and tumbling knows more. lichen so much wiser, petal rhizome the 5 winds all know мore.  

  Don’t be dependent on weak people. Allow them to feel and go through their own pain and failure. Pray for them. Don’t let sick people destroy you, you don’t have to.  

I am saying datura grows in colonies  on abandoned roads on the hips of the interstate i do don’t remember what she says lost several hours, days even ghost rattle I am saying the…