—after Linda Gregg Rather than ride alone some nights we grip the same silver rail, at each stop the voice a proper Charon. Other
Five days from now, Bobby Rush will step down off a sweat-slick stage in Jackson & back— quietly as a porcupine ducking underground— into
durable and quick like the solar system, pads like planets rotating, leathered over years, slow tender fruits beyond the membrane, everything pink like the