Mothers day at the Franciscan Friary

Jesus flies a kite The goat with the leech on his throat climbs to the pines at lean on the … More

Flawed baby late in the hurricane season

There is so much of it, the rain Too much for this coyote girl And from the rain grow flowers … More

Indian scouting party vic Mullineaux w noble braves Brave-Hunter(Jack) & She-Who-Sleeps-Above (Olivia) cracks and lines in the tarmac are … More

Puked three times, she: “I cannot stop.” Kept swinging, Kicking them skinny-skirted legs For the meadow’s thirty minutes Threw up, … More

Them broke hooves, them scorpions on the floor:A year ago we were shotguns between the cattle That hummingbird morning him of no … More

Children like smoke escape the chute Fathers at the smoke cry across the plain And stake themselves upon the butte … More

the feet of the sparrow stand on the sinner’s tongue and the tongue of that newly-dead.

how the wind lofts each pretty spider ever skyward to where,he might,I might,play among hawks,on drafts over our carcass home.

Of gulls going north to mercy and charmI held self in checkI sensed shamed dancing in the front roomComing from … More

jesus said, “ hey , what’s you doing here hiding from the draughts in the gap-filled gloom , while your daughter … More

after the bread the men shall not be soothed the wife at hands-over-face the son is a clench the father … More

their mouths open,the transoms beg,they await the weep-weep of wingsthrough their lipsthe murmur,the tip-tap trace of love on one’s lip.

I has found that goat with the leech on his throat Among the pines at lean in the treeline: There … More

Saturday, November 24, 2012 4:14 PM From:Dylan, your favorite nephew and since this is also being sent to mommy from … More

Visiting the Botanical GardenThis last day of May,I’ve seen my first mole person.He was a trying rose,Who April showers,Brought to … More

He is flying away into a shoebox sky,He sees no white flowers in the forest.He is a recalcitrant rose,Who April … More

I know a woman who was long unaware of her power . . .she, fierce, fought all-comers to little satisfaction … More

her murmuring heartmight finally give wayand if,on a swingset,might as well be

(midnight mass in maryland) Down amongst the pews,After the unruly brown childrenThe collapsed heap of stones in tweedIl Monsignor put … More

— so yesterday, Saturday, I awoke in a grog after working late-ish Friday night, then staying up too late watching … More

one’s sinister beard no substitute for hateone’s nice tie no solace for the being late for the luncheon where the … More

Erica You got no business entering the heart of darkness You got all you can do settling your own accounts … More