Faded, threadbare, my earliest memories are stitched together by the whir and click of my grandmother’s Singer 66. She kept me clothed—through the corn-silk heat of Iowa summers to the snow-blind winters with ruptured water…
Posts tagged Poetry
Sugar, Starch
That’s how the cornin its summer song of silk and husk, its tassels waving across the field, calling to rat and raven; how my mother, before she lost her heartand lungs; how my brother-in-law, before…
Tempest in the Cerebellum
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Frontier(s)
Against an unsettled skyline puncturedby flit & bird-shadow, song & plummet, someone else’s history unfurls beforethe ghost of my grandfather can wrap his huge dead hands over my son’s not-yet-dead eyes. Is this what it…
Nude Swim, 2005
July, blue chlorine bulbglittering pool light ripplingand blurred body billow held in black bead of nightdusky spruce and cedar outlinebackyard under hazed moon little stars, backyard spotlighttonguing a path of grassbeside the cellar doors. Wishing…