Meltwater

In Craig Evenson's Meltwater, we sit by the side of the road watching the seasons change, among wolves, foxes, dogs, cats, a bird taking cues from a hawk. We smell the freshly-cut grass embracing a father's body; we stare into the deep eyes of our neighbor, the crow; we spend time in motel lobbies, loading truck beds with benches marked "free";we attend a family reunion; a mother asks, "How long must we live?" Our shared world is never quite lonely. We watch it, and it watches us trampolini...