Ouroboros I find myself in a political debate with a timber rattlesnake slithering out of the fescue. It asks me…
Poetry
Spell for Attraction, Containing Belladonna (and other poems)
The spell says she must trek/
for home, moist ground mucking up//
her shoes. The spell says she must/
not speak on the way across the field.
The Wooden Elephants of Herat (and other poems)
He is ten now. He does not remember teething
on my dog tags or holding my sweat-stained
patrol cap in the Fort Knox gym the night I came home.