Poetry

The cancer shot through Earl like a rainbow and left a crook in his arm, just right to lift up the grandchild he'd never held before.

I could build him a barn, a big one, as wide as the sky, red, to show my love and to confess I share the same blood ...

If when the end has ended & all that's been running down begins to rewind until each beginning has once more begun ...

I was 7 and riding the school bus home to the trailer we lived in back then ...

From the falling form of an intricate vase, water was freed ...

I can only wonder at this blurred whir of evidence ...

When God wanted to speak, God's mountain goat jawbone locked shut ...

Batter my boat Wide-spread Water make your breakers shake my hull ...

Everything that rises must converge; or rocket in reverse. I ruminate, lifting fallen coleslaw.