Kindergarten Graduation

Kindergarten Graduation

Mom said, Kiss her hand.I didn’t want to kiss my teacher;especially not on the bulginggreen vein of her thin hands.I think she had red hair. She waskind. She sent a memo home:the boys shouldn’t drop their pantsall the way when using the urinal. “Fathersteach zippers...
Altar boy, circa 1959

Altar boy, circa 1959

Incense and extinguished candlesScent my small-town Saturday night.Post-benediction, our priest returns to the rectory.Stained-glass filters church light into the dusk.A mourning dove signals daylight’s departure. We wait at the corner storefor the truck from the...
Impersonations, by Mark Zimmermann

Impersonations, by Mark Zimmermann

Milwaukee poet Mark Zimmermann’s first full-length poetry collection, Impersonations, dazzles with a gallery of pithy portraits written in a novel form. Take, for instance, “Osama bin Laden.” Islam is all.Man is madein Islam. And as manis old as sand, soIslam is...
Dead Porcupine: No Metaphor

Dead Porcupine: No Metaphor

I came across a dead porcupine sitting on its bellylooking asleep—his only sign of injury a crookedand bloody nose—and thought perhaps I’d get a poemout of it—this corpse I nearly stumbled overin the dark cedar copse. But the world doesn’t always give you poemswhen...