More on: Poetry

I need / a blessing and I am not blessed.

On the decay of flowers. “I love the way they teach me to love / the things I can’t get close enough to.”

Perhaps all these / years God has denied me / the little grace / I hoped for in preparation / for the larger / one

“The old / cars had iron, the new, light aluminum / alloy, chromium, even plastic. / My father-in-law with Alzheimer’s walking / along Highway 6 to flag a semi.”

“Parable, / which is to say / not an allegory. An opportunity / for displacement.”

I went out to my car and brought back my old, / frayed road map of Kansas, and she followed / the unfolding as if it in itself were a miracle

She has lived / six years on planet earth, and like other / children of the storm has been advised, The horse will bring you home.

watch it… skim the floor / with its mouth / like a child looking / up to the lord

in the photo I had taken of him you can see how Mike’s face had gone and went

They’re installing blue lights in the laundromat bathroom. / Harder to find a vein that way, but the needle keeps / yearning into the body