I keep remembering that you are dead. I remember the sorghum fields, the fissures in the earth running through them, running to catch ...

The summers were always nice and warm We used to go to lakeside bars on Saturdays and have Bloody Mary and Corona alternately till we got...

There is a small gate invitingly open To a path narrow and stony through a cottage garden To a door with the sign above The Cuckoo Clock ...

Small translucent oracle please tell me,           is it time? Your echo call on blast of sour night air           brings me hope. A...

Fastest runner in the school — I watched him ease ahead of me on sports days, his chest pressed against the finishing tape, first every ti...

Every day, memories place your name over morning. The dust settles on the empty side of the bed. My chest hollow as a pin-pricked egg. ...

My communion coat got left on the bus It is lost My communion coat got left on the bus And Dad is sorry But it is lost Someone else is ...

My Father is dying. Week by week the cancer swallows him up so every week they have to move him and every week the wards get smaller and...