August 9, 2019


Workers of the World

Because I’d read all the relevant names in college, my family made the error of looking to me to help mend my brother Vin’s blighted mind, to somehow rescue him.


Marie Ponsot was endowed with genius and its astonishing sweep, swiftness, and power. She passed away with seven books of poetry and numerous awards.

Poem | Weasel

When the hound loosed her ragged clamor, / and the rifle its seed, surely his hubris / was forgivable as he let his pursuit / see him in his tawny glamor
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