M. Travis Lane

  1 If you want to see far, turn your back on the sun.   Don’t look for the road you are walking on.   2 Knock at your door. That was your self you were talking to.   Politeness can’t hurt.   3 Don’t shout at the ox! You must care for it.   4 I had no name when I came…

  At St. Martin’s the stones are celadon, olive, ochre, and lavender, rose-cream.   At La Villette the sands were grey and pale brown like a tawny fur.   The night we walked up from the beach our shadows strode before us, more defined   than our dusk selves. No rocks, no gems, nothing to carry home with us —…