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

Request Radio, Saturday Night

Request Radio, Saturday Night

After a two-pitcher Sangria dinner after three days tarring the biggest roof in Travelers Rest, he’s waiting for Darlene who’s been under that roof for twenty minutes, getting the guilt-free frozen dessert they’ll eat at her place. He’s hoping she’ll surprise him but...
Warp & Weft: Surrender Betsy, Ms. Ross

Warp & Weft: Surrender Betsy, Ms. Ross

Warp & Weft: Surrender Betsy, Ms. Ross Deep winter. Quiet at its lowest frequency. You are founding a religion with your rage. Rage threads the needle, rage snaps the thread, rage unspools your patriotic intentions. You are knitting beneath bald trees with their...