Badlands (I)

At three a boy came down a hill on his bike. He looked down to see you carved in his left thigh. There were horses there, five bands together, valleyed, bathing in red ponds. He couldn’t feel [...]

War Horse

Plumed like Bucephalus, his yellow teeth piano keys, his massive haunches missile launchers, he hauls the artillery of thrill across the practice grounds that shake beneath his too-familiar [...]

Comet

When I answered my father, “A ball of ice, dust, and gas orbiting the sun elliptically,” he was most my father then— he 40, me 9 and momentarily hooked at perigee: he knew I was close but that [...]

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