On a Tear
Lost: one mind. Last seen in childhood. Answers to nobody. Limited vocabulary. If found, please rip out its tongue and return with the last word uttered.
Reading Exodus
The thing about the Old Testament is that
at least metaphorically
God has balls.
The Way It Goes
It’s always seemed to me that there is really nowhere to turn but the arts. Poetry in particular bypasses the dominant culture’s insistence on fragmentation and polarization, offering us instead a sense of integration and wholeness.
All the Fixings
My grandmother saved the butts.
The butt of every bread loaf
went into the freezer for stuffing.
One stale loaf makes 8-10 servings.
Chicken, duck and turkey butts
were saved for stock,
onion and celery butts, too.
Roasted, they result in richer flavor.
Grandaddy, a Mystery
Who shaved my grandfather’s face?
That gray scrub upon the cheek
I’d kiss before crashing out the storm door.
Did grandma help him dress? I never saw
him do anything but sit on the back porch
in his rocking chair. Never saw him in church.
Spotify Wrapped Comes Out as
Spotify Wrapped drops like a priest’s robe,
a holy unveiling: you are 97% melancholy,
a top listener of rainstorms recorded in tin buckets.