Loved
I know that I loved: I remember it clear. I still see the scars, the tissues congealed…
Others
To my grandfather–
If there were a way, like recycling machines might, to procure a dollar, quarter, or even a…
To my grandmother–
Love like miles, a heart like a child’s: these are the gifts that my Granmama styles in…
Scorpionic
Bound in a lampshade, so some say of the djinn or the Watts of James’ legacy. Yet…
Dearest Benjamin
Shivering opacity sits out the three-day tomb, so for you, a casual, conversant aplomb: What crossed…
Maternal (with song)
Lipped like cherubs, rung like roses: these are the lenses your case encloses. Neither half-full nor…
Ballad of Love Antique
To be vulnerable is to ask for contest, beg for Violence with its mate, Death, …
Armed and Ready
You called to tell me something about whiskey, those kinds of lessons gleaned from fermentation in the…
To Every Innocent Murderer:
When the tempest conjures, let there be just a moment where you can reflect as a movietime…