• Catherine

    The Eldest of Sylvia's Daughters
    Lies Still in the Earth Below,
    On the Edge of a Small Town Graveyard,
    Where They Never Even Mow.... more »

  • Cats

    Nestled in windows
    Comatose on the couch
    Exiled from countertops
    The kitchen table... more »

  • Heroin

    Death is a rider on a pale horse, Honey.
    Yah roll up your sleeve and yah lay down your money.
    Death is a rider on a pale horse.... more »

  • In Praise Of Fauna

    I enjoy the nuance of creatures
    How horses resolve not to lie
    The soul of the equine is blatant
    when you look in the depth of its eye... more »

  • Race Memories

    By daylight,
    we reconcile the numbers,
    or smelling of grease,
    turn burgers... more »