Finding things lost
I no longer trust myself having searched all morning for the missing piece in our endless jigsaw and come up …
Category Archives: Family
House in Bryan Woods
Driveway grooves into thicket, clearing, beyond first house now needing repair onto big house now overgrown by cedars rooted along …
Visitation
Even the spires of milkweed bend over in the low tumble of wind through the prairie, dry reeds tapping hollow …
My father finds comfort in crows
Inexplicable. That is what I say when you tell me and all I can do is shrug and count: How …
An Easter thought
It does not seem fair in all the measures of life that our heavy ways hang in expectance on these …
Even so
Even as you sit smoking weed in the room I just cleaned and leave your papers and dirty dishes on …
On losing Sunny
Our communion last night was pizza and chocolates and trailing conversation, a wide prairie for your memory to bound through. …
Last breaths
Evergreens surround your house, a fortress wall heavy with snow. In black recesses I wade, the snow bounds off the …
Conversations with my mother, now long-dead
I write to you everyday and each night in my mind — out of sight, out of love, out of …
Shade is beautiful wherever you find it
Concrete squares lay out for miles, tar driveways melt, made endless by eager sun. Crisscross blocks, seek any shade. Detour …
