News from D.W.

The readings last week were very enjoyable. At the HNU reading about 35 people heard me read a few passages from"Houndini," a part of a piece destined for the next book called "Does a Deer Defecate in the Lake?" and then "O Bacon, My Bacon!" So far, the HNU Bookstore has sold over 2 dozen copies of the book.

The Fog Sets Us Apart

The Fog Sets Us Apart

The valley’s only distinguishing meteorological mark

Settles in, some might say cat-like,

(Though I, respectfully, hesitate to animate a cold and vaporous phenomenon.)

And sets us apart.

From what? I ask.

It’s a dubious claim to fame,

Like a lecherous legislator or a homicidal husband.

But seriously—

In the fog,

Voices, human and mechanical, lose their shapes.

Lights, heavenly and incandescent, reflect only our separation.

Wait…

It occurs to me—

The fog figures itself

(“tenor and vehicle,” if you speak the language),

So we ask it to “burn off” or “blow out.”

And we flee to the coast, which might be clear,

Or head for the hills.