i miss you your clear and placid pools ...
to all the places i’ve never been
Monongahela
What is it when to say — sharpshin, a hawk alights...
winter funerary
Rarely will she peel back her sod and say “Come to me”...
Inheritance
To do poor well, you need a good pan...
O! Manic Youth
I pray for winter. Summer is fat and beyond repair...
Night Bloom
Before you read this, before you sit in this chair...
In a Few Short Days
In the fold of a leaf, in a nest spun of her body...
Birth Certificate
It doesn’t state whether my head was crimped like a hamburger bun...
The Sick Child
Published in "La Piccioletta Barca" - Issue 18 - April 2020: https://picciolettabarca.com/issues/issue-18/
The Silent Good
And this too is news -gusts blown over the lip of a bottle,and the wail of foghorns, hollows of owlsand mourning doves, the howl of dogsharmonic with sirens, the slow pull of saws. This is what forms in the throat,musters the larynx to cry and peal,the ochre traced hand on a walldeep below heathen, below... Continue Reading →
