A Name is Just a Mane (excerpt)


Moon Envy

stumbling home


I stopped

to lay

in some

stranger’s driveway

looking up

at the

stranger’s moon


I’d like to

have a

moon like that




I’m Somewhat Shocked by Clouds

the moon

lingered over

the dogwood tree

at the far end

of the field

where the cattle go

for water

and where we found

last year

the coyote skull

hair still

clinging to

the empty pits

its eyes

had become


-Thomas Walton