Content Categorized ‘Poetry’

That summer, my father dug graves by hand,                             twenty-five dollars each. Vietnam was sending back bodies faster than

At night behind a flimsy plastic window shade                              we watched as a stump slathered with bacon grease lured foxes in. From the truck, we swept fields     with spotlights looking for deer. I learned to see

I drew into me a salt and bitter tongue that crested and soaked the numb ladder through my limbs   and let you climb in, rung after rung. I meant to breathe,

Thank you, Michelle, for navigating us through all the legal stuff and getting the best deal we could get. —post comment, the Niobrara News: Niobrara Shale Oil Play Information for the Common Joe, 2014   a personal roar in seas beneath what herbaceous life is Michelle in time sink

Still the flesh insists: thumbcap hard hat     new little pileup of cells   proud flesh mound         uninflated crimson blister                 singed

In order to rise without assistance it is best to face backward, stirrup turned to accommodate

from the archives of the United States Postal Museum Tell me, someone, is it time for James to arrive by Parcel Post from a mile away, a mere fifteen cents of a boy, eight months old, sent by his parents to stay with his grandmother

The animal shelter is on one side of the trailhead, the zoo on the other. Beware of rattlers sunning on the path. Beware, this looks like easy allegory.