for Jimmie Lee Jackson 18-26 February 1965, Marion and Selma, Alabama A cloud of starlings drifts from the river, at first, a smudge on the sky or the hospital window, then more definite, contracting then scattering like pain. Nuns ghost, white-robed as night-riders in the farm-edge pines haunting the forest along the river, like lilies […]
Dan Albergotti reading “Bad Language” live at UNC Greensboro, March 8, 2008.
At night his long body works above me, late into the hours that make themselves from dust, crafting the landscape out of midnight’s cloth, pulling Stockholm from behind the moon, its blue skies rendered in Delft ink, the cobblestone piers that part the water at its glistening seams, and then the summer evenings on the […]