Didn't know his name at all a few years ago (still don't really know much about his work). Certainly didn't know--until fairly recently and after my book had been "tagged"--that his first published book was titled The Last Man . Will let you know more when I know more, but for now here's a pretty good one mentioned in the intro by David Wojahn: 1926 The porchlight coming on again, Early November, the dead leaves Raked in piles, the wicker swing Creaking. Across the lots A phonograph is playing Ja-Da . An orange moon. I see the lives Of neighbors, mapped and marred Like all the wars ahead, and R. Insane, B. with his throat cut, Fifteen years from now, in Omaha. I did not know them then. My airedale scratches at the door. And I am back from seeing Milton Sills And Doris Kenyon. Twelve years old. The porchlight coming on again.
