Thunder Saw The Eye Of Storm
thunder saw the eye of storm, it saw cuttingwind, hail crashing down hard. mud on streets,snapped limbs swooped,zig-zag bolted sky. slick night dash of cars.things... Read more.
Dimensions Of My Grandfather
my grandfather isgrains of sand floatingto the bottom of anhourglass. he is a sundial measuring flashesby the wrinkles of hisskin. grandpa is achief broker, barteringlitanies... Read more.
My Father is an Overgrown Jungle
my father is an overgrown jungle.which is to say, his flowers aretangled in the vines. he is a creeper on dampened acres, underpinned byvestments of blackened earth,... Read more.
Meditations On Faith
fingering the beads heldtogether by a metal chain,i'm bonded to my father.my attic pulls up scenes ofus in church pews, thecongregation singing. insilence, we listened... Read more.
Past Into Present
the brain is a stronghold caging acute points of drawn-out rolls of film.memoirs are whirling records, unceasing in speed, I hunger to pass over. it'slike I'm trapped... Read more.
New England Soil
In the New England dirt, freshmen parents planted roots. A mom, dad, andchild drove around town spotting fledgling land. Settlers without blueprints,a family built... Read more.
From the Dock
from the dock with metal bars, we threw lines into the sunlit lake. lures sankto the biting bottom, as worms did a jiggling dance on the hooks. the onlychatter was... Read more.