From Internal Combustion
By Poetry Issue 113
“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.”
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By Poetry Issue 108
Upward / movement of us is vain, said Simone / Weil, if it doesn’t come from a downward / movement. Go down to the river. / The counterweight. Down / without talking with father, mother, / brother, sister
Read MoreHis Mother Reading
By Poetry Issue 103
Bible open. On her lap. Same page for years.
Her white hair. Spooky red ink. Deuteronomy.
Palm Sunday
By Poetry Issue 103
There are so many ways to fly and walk
in place I never move.