“And from the driedup river there emerges a country” grand ditch over which the techno-oasis grows; this city freighthandling time and space, the waters moved not only horizontal, but vertical waters too tuning my ear to the rivers running beneath the city, “I was listening to true underground” the drinker now consumer of ancient waters; the imagination hooked not to the residue in a Chicago gutter, but the leadcolored sea...the country Beyond weeds emerge like names recalled from school—milkweed, Indian paintbrush, ironweed, and panic grass; Goat’s Rue, steeple- bush, and seedbox. In pioneer cemeteries or along rails—here, hopelessly out of place and all that sound moving across Canada without a human voice a place that is nowhere and yet real
Garin Cycholl's recent work includes Rx, a novel on practicing medicine without a license during a time of American political upheaval, as well as The Indianan, a play on corruption culture in the New Plains Review.
