‘While Josh Sleeps’
Read the full Gazette story on Josh Bell and hear “Hidden Lake.” I am a system of oppression and you’re a Scorpio, with Austin coasting toward us as the shark, though all we can really see from here is a polar sheet of clouds, the world not round at all like we’ve suspected, nor in possession of the manufactured edge, but flat alone and going on forever, nothing up here to walk across or screw a headboard to, and I fear we won’t be able to maintain this level of honesty with each other. People are listening. Depression is the normal body, just the giant thing strapped to G-forces, so hard to lift one’s head, and in the final analysis I hate a cup of tea: it always tastes like roots to me, and roots are so proud, headed for the hidden sources like scholarly experts, moving always further away from what they feed. You know I didn’t want, along with the earthward mermaids, to honor my way onto the beach, pectoral fins...