You knew about the Yugo that blew off the bridge, but...


Holding Tight Off The Mackinac Bridge


On September 22, 1989, Leslie Ann Pluhar drove a

Blue Yugo 190 feet above the Straights of Mackinac
To visit her boyfriend on the other side, but
Gusts of wind took Pluhar over the 3-foot railing

The Yugo--this is what people remember

Yet she, and you and I, and the others
Were sung to, caressed, brought up
Or held tight by a mother all the way

There were five who were building the bridge

Diver Frank Pepper rose too quickly from below
From above, Jack Baker & Robert Koppen
Plunged from a catwalk, first day on the job

26 year old James LeSarge lost his balance

Albert Abbott fell just four feet into water
From the scaffolds of the Mighty Mackinac
To be cut on a plaque at the hungry straights

In the Fall of 1978, in a fog, a private Cesna

Hit a suspension cable, tearing its wings
Sending men from on high into deep
Named Virgil, James and Wayne

With intent, Richard Daraban drove a Bronco

Over the edge at the end of his adolescence
Others jumped; more than a dozen
That we know of.  Most were recovered

Zero in on Google Earth for the footings

Made of teeth at the North Shore, where
The Mackinac Bridge Authority will drive
If you are unable, or unwilling, or mad

Because balance is required on the bridge, where

In 1988, Mindy Lou Arnett stopped her Honda
At 2 am, unbuckled her infant daughter, Jersey
And held her tightly all the way

For the pulpit

Moon Almighty


Rising over Lake Monona
An opal wafer: The Body 
Of Christ, a colossal Tylenol
Eloi Eloi Lama Sabachthani!
Into thine hands I commit my spirit

   Thanks be to early man, lifting
   Torches with one hand to
   Spit pigment at the other 
   Tagging claim to concave earth
   When fire danced with moon

Thanks be to the Moon

   Thanks be to Heironymus
   Bruegel the Elder, Shamans
   Everywhere, Yup’ik, Tlingit
   Haida, Kwakwaka’wakw
   Under various moons 

Thanks be to the Moon 

   Thanks be to soldiers
   Of thee, Great War, packed
   Stoney and stolid and straight
   In boxes behind a drum   
   Beneath the rotting moon

Thanks be to the Moon


   Thanks be to Sigmund, Jung
   Kafka, André Breton-wandering-
   Mexico-City, Man Ray, Ernst, Dalí,
   Frida, Miró, Magritte, Klee    
   Footprints peppering the moon

Thanks be to the Moon

   Thanks be to those who
   Wept at Angel Island, scrawled
   Names in Dachau, Abu Ghraib
   Are lamenting at Guantánamo
   In cells without moons

Thanks be to the Moon


   Thanks be to Why-eth, Eros

   Broadband, the 99%, Blume
   Bones in the Sonora Desert
   Hopper and the dialectic
   Drawn between poles of moon

Thanks be to the Moon

   Thanks be to Tanguy dreams
   Castellón unconscious where Cornell
   Boxes Burroughs in mirrors with Apollinaire’s
   L'esprit nouveau et les poetes
   Bajo una luna surrealista

Moons, the bones of words
Words, the sinew of sentence
Sentences, marrow of thought
Thoughts, arithmetic of art
Art, a crow, landing
Directly in your path

    Together:

I believe in the Moon Almighty
Maker of Mind and Motive
And in Poetry, Son of Experience
Conceived by the Holy Pen
Born of Virgin Ink
Suffered under Otto Pilate
Forgotten, dead and filed
The third day He rose again
Ascended into heaven
and sitteth on the right hand
of Art, the Father

I believe in the Blank Canvas
The Holy Palette of Hues
The Communion of Artists
The Forgiveness for realism
The Resurrection of Memory
And Image everlasting

AMEN