Comments about Joshua Weiner
When I sing to you I am alone these days
and can't believe it, as if the stars
--while gazing up at them--just shut off.
I search out the one light, brightest light
in the night sky, but find
I cannot find it without weaker lights to guide me
like red tail-lights on a car up ahead
after midnight when I'm sleepy, that illustrate
how the highway curves,
curving to a hook, and maybe save my life
and it means nothing to me
because nothing has happened, not the faintest
glint of drama.
(Raining gently, the...