Maybe Lewiston
Maybe we will see Katahdin, we tell our children; maybe we will see a moose. Pulling over at the Lewiston Travel Center, trucks at the tagging station, hunting season just beginning.
Poets Respond
The American Political Sestina
“…the American political poem is a safe poem.”
—from “Political Poetry” by Kwame Dawes
A daughter asks her mother if humanitarian is the
same thing as volunteer. They are an American
family – a wine-salesman, a teacher, far from political.
Who
who
more inhumane
than
who
more brutal
than
who
who
pounded
bloodied
broken
The Bush
The extraordinary arms of the bush.
Trap music still echoing: the singing
birds another cover. The conscious hush.
On Wednesdays My Father and I Eat at Masala Delight
and it smells like nag champa and vinadaloo.
Our waitress, fresh from Kerala,
wants to be a nurse, smiles
when I say I’ll write her a good review.
If the Point Were to Tell it Straight, Not Slant
In our first session, I told my tutor how much I used to love to take my siblings to the park when they were little. He said Oh, so you had to help raise them?