Poems

Fence Posts Made of Stone

Rattle / July 11, 2009

In the heart of central Kansas, Near my daddy’s boyhood home, There are miles and miles of fences Where the […]

Rattle / July 9, 2009

In a painting, it is called pentimento when years later the artist’s original intent shows through. The woman sits, her

Rattle / July 8, 2009

In rat colonies, the women don’t die. They get stuck on glue traps and dropped out of windows of fifth-floor

Rattle / July 7, 2009

I like to call my women Cookie or Doll, but never That Dame. I expect them comfortable with self-service, able

Rattle / July 4, 2009

Oscar is gone. He is gone. Lost to speed on a highway we never saw him dare in daylight. I

Rattle / July 3, 2009

In spite of doctor’s orders, she ate meat and greasy fried potatoes after weeks of eating nothing but miso and