On Learning that Woodpeckers Don’t Have Shock-Absorbing Skulls
Of course they don’t. Of course they optimize
the force that they apply with every blow.
What Next, What Next?
We are all the children of what
our former lives have been. Our
parents were powerful but they are
gone somewhere we cannot know.
On My First Day of Kindergarten
i picked a rose for my bus driver
from the bushes outside of my older
brother’s window. it was pink and red
like the deer split beside me
at the end of the driveway,
reeking of fresh cut
grass.
Ain’t My Penny No More
In a small town
somewhere South
somewhere East
where there were more corn
and more green beans
than people,
I asked my brother
about his dreams.
They Arrive
The paper opens at the pressure of the pen and the ink sinks into the fiber. I almost wrote ‘welcomes’ but the paper doesn’t make that decision. It doesn’t ‘allow’ the ink to enter it, either.
Death and the Mountain
You’re like a mountain made of warmth
That births a river made of touch
Where stones of time have tumbled forth
Catching the light that loves so much.