I Have A Poem The Size Of The Moon is a book of poems about Nebraska. Not cornfields, not cows: cities, highways, long drives and the political conversations simmering.'Between Meteors and FirefliesIn a drought year, corn stubble bendsinto Headlines: 'Farmers pray for rain.'Tumbleweeds take time to harmonizeand choreograph, somewhere betweenmeteors and fireflies. The grocerysells blueberries all year round, butthe charge card feels heavy as a refrigeratoronce you slip it from the wallet.You don't end up buying the magazines,just browse. It's a tow truck, doorbellbutton, garbage disposal broke summer:no real difference between a silo and apaper sack, it seems. And in the hallway,light glows from under the bathroom door..'

I Have A Poem The Size Of The Moon is a book of poems about Nebraska. Not cornfields, not cows: cities, highways, long drives and the political conversations simmering.'Between Meteors and FirefliesIn a drought year, corn stubble bendsinto Headlines: 'Farmers pray for rain.'Tumbleweeds take time to harmonizeand choreograph, somewhere betweenmeteors and fireflies. The grocerysells blueberries all year round, butthe charge card feels heavy as a refrigeratoronce you slip it from the wallet.You don't end up buying the magazines,just browse. It's a tow truck, doorbellbutton, garbage disposal broke summer:no real difference between a silo and apaper sack, it seems. And in the hallway,light glows from under the bathroom door..'

I Have A Poem The Size Of The Moon is a book of poems about Nebraska. Not cornfields, not cows: cities, highways, long drives and the political conversations simmering.'Between Meteors and FirefliesIn a drought year, corn stubble bendsinto Headlines: 'Farmers pray for rain.'Tumbleweeds take time to harmonizeand choreograph, somewhere betweenmeteors and fireflies. The grocerysells blueberries all year round, butthe charge card feels heavy as a refrigeratoronce you slip it from the wallet.You don't end up buying the magazines,just browse. It's a tow truck, doorbellbutton, garbage disposal broke summer:no real difference between a silo and apaper sack, it seems. And in the hallway,light glows from under the bathroom door..'