This vagueness in the air / Shifts / Thin then / To the point of blankness
This First Proof contains the poems “Ghost Mist (Pacific Coast Highway),” “With,” and “Glitch.”
I met with Rikki Ducornet at her lovely home in Denver on a darkening afternoon in early June. Outside the windows the day went purple, trees gently thrashed and agitated doves flew off.
The raft drifts. / You wanted us maybe / To stay in that half-baked / Democracy you were trying to cook / Up for us, constantly re-couped / Perhaps?