Red Clay Weather (Pitt Poetry Series)

100 Favorite Books of Poetry (100 books items)

""Play Dead" Gods envy us because we die, they kill us out of jealousy, and sometimes just because they're bored. When I was usurped by death...The ghosts roam nude except for their despair, eyeless in the underworld, unable to see, to touch, to taste or hear the world that was so good when they were too dissatisfied to notice. Hell is the place the dead who don't know they're dead go, or where the dead who've always been dead go when they die in earnest, filled with small gray flowers that see"

Read in 2017 (59 books items)

"Excerpt from "By the Entrance to Cordova Mall, I Sat Down and Wept" "I was a secret that the hurtling-into-summer world had kept too well. I turned, the key, I drove into the day that didn't know my name, drove myself sane again, and came up hard to the first red light." "Play Dead" "Gods envy us because we die, they kill us out of jealousy, and sometimes just because they're bored. When I was usurped by death...The ghosts roam nude except for their despair, eyeless in the underworld, unable"