| About the Book | |||
The poems in Inked chart a course of departure and return. These are finely-crafted, musical poems, attentive to the world’s rhythms in an Ohio apple orchard, at a Midlands train station, in the throbbing life of the South.Instructions for ReturnMoreThe poems in Inked chart a course of departure and return. These are finely-crafted, musical poems, attentive to the world’s rhythms in an Ohio apple orchard, at a Midlands train station, in the throbbing life of the South.Instructions for ReturnFollow the serpentine river roadstoward the Little Miami’s lip. Passthrough the sycamores, their moltingwhitewashed limbs. These are curvesI can still ride hard, roadsI can trace along a back’s bare skin.Feel that wind, saturated, undercutwith vespertine chill. Let it frizzyour hair. Turn up the SmashingPumpkins or the Cowboy Junkies.That’s river musk on your teeth. Seehow the lightning bugs burn their bulbsjust ahead? In the rearview, bats unstitchyour wake. Now the humming bridgein your fingertips and thighs.Remember that darkening vein underneath,how it pushes and pushes towardmain stem waters. The truss will bearyour weight ten thousand times. | |||
