Winter Clearing
The rains are a day past, and the stream nearly clear...
Magazine: Poetry
To the Dead Opossum, as I Take Her Baby to Heckhaven
Poor mother, slaughtered by our human error, ideal exhibit in your roadway grave...
Holiday Special
The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade stops right in front of us, as my wife props our new baby at her breast to feed...
The Last Year
The walls are graying in the house...
A Rocking Chair Song
The joys of fatherhood are great, not least to lull your gentle weight...
Percentages
He was so certain (says The Book) that when the day was done, the giant wouldn’t be alive.
Ministry
It was cold when they left Macedonia, the saints barely warm in their robes...
A Fragment of a Sermon in St. Patrick’s
Something distracted me; and then I heard the old monsignor describe one headline that he would never forget: Goodbye, Paul . . .
Crossing into November
They can’t leave us alone, from urn and grave, meddling, in our afterlives, the parents of our old catastrophe...
Starlight
There is a fresh-as-the-first-spring-morning feeling that comes with a nightfall then...