from "Spellcheck"

It's handy, but not much account for writing

hillbilly poems with. It won't let you waller,

won't let yu foller a feller up the holler,

make you have titles where titties ought to be --  

from "Lines from Home"

The lines that shape this space

don't follow those on maps. They tangle

like kudzu, like memory. They spiral

like an apple peel under the knife.

They're straight as a plumb line, crooked

as a dog's hind leg, an old fiddle tune,

a politician buying votes with bootleg whiskey....