Meanwhile, Trees

These poems may sometimes pretend they''re joking but they never really are. And what is it they''re not joking about? Death for one thing, and the fact that we don''t actually know who we are, and the fact that we don''t truly know who our loved ones are, or what art is, or anything else for that matter.

Sometimes it feels as though someone has run off with meaning. It''s no longer to be found whe...