Poems

“I read the line over and over / as if I might discern / the little fires set / the flames of an idea licking the page”

“Illumination,” Natasha Trethewey

burn barrel

burn barrel

out country, a modified 55-gallon open head drum is good as a crematoria for burning clean & efficient— make sure to pick a spot downwind, without the secretive boughs & branches of trees draping down. double check for combustibles. remember you are...
Hummingbirds

Hummingbirds

When my father was eighty years old and mellowing, he decided to win the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes. Since he was well-off financially, he said, “If I win the ten million dollars, I’ll give it to you son, and your family will be set for life.” Of course, I...
Practicing the Faith of the Indiana Grandma

Practicing the Faith of the Indiana Grandma

A voice stained with black Folgers and Misty cigarettes, Maw-Maw begins her afternoon sermon to us, the stale boozed stench high school sophomores, on the benefits and pitfalls of early promiscuity— because that is a woman’s world after all. Granting this wisdom from...