The Sound of a Marching Band Always Did Make Me Cry A Little
The Sound of a Marching Band Always Did Make Me Cry a Little The click and throb of a drum corps slays…
Read MoreThe Sound of a Marching Band Always Did Make Me Cry a Little The click and throb of a drum corps slays…
Read MoreEyes Lifted Bruised sky, purpled breath of a fall late in coming. Rain dribbled windows smear the catalpa tree, emerald to…
Read MoreThe Ocean of You Never Changes Look inside. You will see it’s true. Even when you were very small, birds held the…
Read MoreAlmost Home Urging my brother’s car north, away from the hot and straining airport, I will the flat land to pass away…
Read MoreAnd Haven’t Things Always Been Falling Down Around Us Come. Forty years gone, I can still show you the ruins we used…
Read MoreThe Names of Things All this desperate searching, striving, buttoned up to your chin in absolutes. For you, brother, I say…
Read MoreWhat Must Go Unsaid If I had a moment alone with you, we’d lie under a sun-threaded maple, the full lengths of…
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