Five inches of snow with coffee
And I’m left on the heels of that summer girl from summers ago…
Category: Memory
Underneath the Echo
It’s like blow in a hollowlike didgeridoo —a coo into madnesslow slung lowhammock of an old song— numb, the breeze of hercool like swallow Come songCome song come gut come…
Without Power in the Basement Gardens of Grace
We had Yugo ham / ham on a string —tough in the closet. Fuck it was cold, like your breathhung for days in the candlelight,no different than that flat ass…
To My Brother
You found a pinky in the woodpile,underneath some wet leaves.You brought it back to the house,hairless and blind, shivering.Satch said it wouldn’t survive an hour,without its mom, without its nest,but…
The Top
I will tell you what I saw,when my eyes first opened. I will tell you how,in the first recollection,all things come to be: I was three years old,sitting on the…
Table Of Contents in a Book Unread
PrefaceShe Denies a Killing as Faith PresumesAnd the Old Dogs DieThree Books and a ShadowOn the Tower Overlooking the ChurchyardMigration and Other Foul WindsIn the Gamble of SavageryUpturn Cans as…
And Boys Play Savage in the Suburbs
We were friends once,before we sharpened scrapsfrom unfinished homesat the dead end of Cypress. We eyed ‘em true, those moldings,those sharp stones dug from the creekbed,those wires, thin and strong,each…
Once the Pagans of Patapsco Wood
We laid snake bone by the rootsof the four trees fused at the waist. We dug tourmaline in the creekbed,dry that time of year and every yearbetween honeysuckle loam and…
