Plainwater: Essays and Poetry Book

Like two particles in a complex sentence we sit side by side moving forward, eyes on the road. Parataxis is a charged instance of language cold on the surface, unexplained underneath. Let my courage not abandon me. Body and shadow comfort one another, says ancient Chinese wisdom. I spent much of my childhood staring straight ahead at the hood of a car and America unrolling to the horizon. Father too drove with eyes on the road. Stop the tape and look at these people, one young and one old. Like two stars hung in a deep wind in space, who appear motionless as they hurtle toward each other at 186,213 miles per second in a silence that cracks a wall.

It has everything. Didn't know if I was reading fiction or non-fic, ancient or modern, poetry or prose, sacred or profane. I just kind of want to model my life on this book.