New Poems Published
Again, Fathom Magazine published a set of my poems. I’m glad they’ve allowed me to be a part of their project.
I hope these poems are helpful for you.
Names of Crops
The man had a hawk’s vision:
So far away, the feral form floated in the fenceline
I mimicked his naming of nearly nothing.
Catch All
and says, “Stay for dinner after you fix Daddy’s chair.”
I say, “In town, they call dinner lunch.” To
which she says, “Cows chew and call it moo.”
“I know, Mom. Butchered rabbits don’t split hairs.”
On Killing Prairie Rattlers
Mercy is violent but is not violence,
I would have tried to tell you.