Can we imagine such emptiness? Such quiet.  Every bit of us, gone: the jackal-mouthed and gospel-wild, razor wire  keeping out the...

I can’t recline the driver’s seat so I sit straight-backed like a guru, crack a window the air fresh as a silver needle. I’m past the...

This article originally appeared on Chris Cooper's blog . Thank you Chris!!! Before we explore the backstory of the poems, here it is,...