I am asking the difficult question. I need help. I’m not asking from ill will. I have no desire to see you coping Or not coping with unmanageable coils Of a problem frivolously called up I’ve read your books, had glimpses of a climate That is rigorous, though not too hard For the spirit. I may have grown Since reading them; there is no scale To judge by, neither is the soul Measurable. I know all the tropes Of religion, how God is not there To go to; how time is wha

by Denis Johnson (read by Nic Wednesday, August 27) the man Himself We mourn this senseless planet of regret, droughts, rust, rain,...