Rare Architecture
But it’s not what he’s paid for, / there must be some mistake. The house / is shaped like a human head.
Pushcart Prize
Love Letter to the Gulf Coast Oil Spill
The photos taken from helicopters are really quite beautiful …
Self-Portrait with the Smithfield Ham …
Mother, for once, it wasn’t your fault.
You always said you can’t soak hams
long enough and one full day and night
seemed adequate, but we gave it two,
scrubbed mold, rind, salt away, changed
the water, tucked it like a baby in its bath;
another day, rinsed, patted dry, made ready.
On Loved Ones Telling the Dying to ‘Let Go’
Don’t bother yourselves. Really.
We’re not “clinging,” as you put it
with your gentle scorn for the inept—
“clinging to life” like a minnow too dumb
to expire when a rain pool dries up.
Poems, Pushcart Prize
Things Rich and Multiple and Alone
The litany goes on. First your hair in the toilet bowl casts a shadow on the bottom that resembles bacteria
Awards, Cowboy Poetry, Poems, Pushcart Prize, Tributes
from Wolfe
Tha com of more under misthleoþum Grendel gongan, Godes yrre bær. —Beowulf When he arrived at the cave