The Field Mouse lived in the front left pocket of a black down jacket that belonged to a Dapper Winter Man. The Dapper Winter Man packed bottles of water and a tent and beef jerky in January to hike a triangle of the Appalachian Trail….

she hides my keys when i try to leave   heart breaks to not always stay   i’d move into the attic sleep on scratchy carpet choking 3rd floor air to be able to bound down the stairs to her room morning first thing  …

Bring my heart home  with yours Don’t leave our love behind Let my heart beat with yours One more time   For every second For every minute Of every day   Let my heart beat with yours one more time Give our love One more…

The pond at the end of Clearview Street wasn’t much of a pond, really. More of a puddle. A big puddle. A big, scary puddle that I vaguely recall as the place where only boys could go. A low spot in an otherwise flat landscape,…

We pushed our eager way through the stormy November dusk to keep our father company on his evening walk. The cattle that he went to check that night moved slowly through a sloping, generous field once full of rich grass, thickening hedges and bright summer…

Nothing hidden underneath the cloth of her dress as she slowly walks the streets for attention. Her feet, bare black, creating no marks behind her only a tread of scornful disease, as she ease inside the mystery of men’s cars  sucking the temptation as it…

Lovely is she Where’er she walks Kindly entering in Bringing stars of beauty, As none I love the like How without— the air to breathe Or day were only night For the better lacking of Nights as all but cloudless Or days in northern climes…

Into the light smiling limelight her destiny a last bow and gone

WE are all docile cash-faces, They knead us with the hard cash, They, the dashing southern ready money, We labor as they list; For them we speak—or hold our means, For them we turn and twist. We join them in their wherewithal against Free funds…

You always joked at your own expense: fat, ugly, high school dropout. We Never questioned your self-debasement, your children, who would Never Believe you’d lie, leading us astray, you, who we trusted just had to Know Everything—you taught us the world, what it looked like…