in a field outside of town
The ghost cows of Kewanna keep their gazes down. We are all stories after we pass but while we're alive bulls terrorize, and calves impose terrible…
No. 3 · Derailed
Margaret
It is New Year’s Day, 1852, the same year I am going to die. I don’t know that yet. My future husband fidgets under his freshly…
No. 3 · Derailed
Returning Home During Rutting Season
In the dark before dawn the bucks are out and moving. ,Probably sniffing out the good pussy, I laugh, pleased with myself for a moment. Caught…
No. 4 · Breaking Curfew
Snapshot from Lake Wawasee
I leave the water behind unable to bear it any longer and advance towards the camera which is my life, hands sunk deep in pockets like…
No. 6 · Salem Cemetery
Tonight
I went to Culver and sat on the rim of Lake Maxinkuckee breathing poems into the early evening air and they didn't hang there like castoff…
No. 7 · Ditch'em
It's Only a Little Insomnia
nothing to lose any sleep over but I am lying here thinking of my Great, Great, Great, Great Grandfather Xavier Frances who lived in Wintzenbach (Winterbrook)…