“Listen, Al,” he says, “Thought you might drive me out to that memorial down 63 and tie me up on one of them crosses they got. Overlooking the highway.”
March 2022
Mothers’ Teeth
For reasons I still don’t know, Mrs. Lawson took a liking to me when I was around thirteen.
The Light around Trees in the Morning (and other poems)
Importance ebbs in time, keeping its own
mystery, and we’re left on our knees,
in cinders…