Proper Burial

Proper Burial

When we turn the earthin our yard for garden,the last tenant’s burials emerge as bones.Let us say some wordsfor every creature that breathed its last, for the rabbits, birds,and squirrels, for the dogand the stray cat that came for mice and rest,when the dog was...
Let My Hands Too Bring the Day

Let My Hands Too Bring the Day

The red edge of morning, like a razor,slits the dark. No more excuses. TodayI will be sharpened. I will be moremyself as I would be. No espaliered intent—centered, leaning into each momentthe way a ladder leans toward the windowof a burning house; I claim the...
Saint Simone

Saint Simone

She starved herselfthinking about grace.How difficult it was to be nothingbut flesh: prickly, contrarious,pretending to get by on cigarettes and headaches.As a student, she witnessedthe heedless velocity of factories; of campaignspreparing to turn peopleinto things....
Godspeed, by Nickolas Butler

Godspeed, by Nickolas Butler

Author Nickolas Butler’s Godspeed is a runaway heartstopper, a thriller by a writer with considerable literary chops. From the start of his latest novel, Butler sets the twin horses of ambition and morality galloping, pulling the reader in opposite directions. With...
The Father

The Father

Your dead father dogs youlike the white mutt that roams along the fishing holes and walksthe edge of gravel roads, sometimes at a trot, most times slow,but with purpose, muscle and sinew protecting old bones. The fatherin silence with pipe clenched between his teeth...