The heron rises overhead, as we push off the reeded shore...

‘The panting ideologues locked in their rooms hear the word ‘order’ and cry out in fear...’

“Not long ago, it seemed the fashion to preach that man was born alone...”

M.A.C. East Lansing, Michigan On either side, the highway’s barren stretch Is dwarfed by the wide wastes of prairie grass, Its pale dry leaves weaved with dark heads of vetch And clumps of sumac shimmering ...