Poem: Poetry Night
Poetry Night For Jim You’d come in with your button-up shirt and tie, American flag pin, beaming smile, and oversized suit jacket. I imagined your small frame must have been a little bigger at some point, but I doubt your...
Tagged: Grief
Poem: Untitled
Someone will ask how the funeral went. I’ll say it was beautiful. They’ll ask if I’m glad I went, and I’ll lie and say yes. I won’t tell them how I packed a room full of mourners’ grief...
Poem: What Hides Behind My Smile
Teeth know better than anyone what a person is going through. When my grandfather died they packed together at night clenching, trying to hold each other. They see salty rivers pass by when the dam breaks and the lips don’t...
Out Today — Poem: Walk with Me
I have to confess something. It’s been years since I’ve submitted a piece to a literary journal. Wyoming has a new journal, so I submitted a poem yesterday for their first issue that comes out this fall. Duck Head Journal...
Poem: Old Wounds
Old Wounds It’s August again, and while my mind is slow to remember, my body always knows this is the month you died. The tears come unbidden. Days go by where I don’t know why I’m so weepy. My eyes...
