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Thursday, December 6th, 2012

Father Timothy was a mouth breather.

Every time I went to Confession I could hear his

Distinctive and repetitious exhalations

Seeping through the wicker

Screen separating us and I wondered if it was

The result of a broken nose.

Thursday, December 6th, 2012




Grandpa treasured little things:

A rusty Folgers can

in which he dropped nails

one by one.

A hammer with a broken handle

that he rescued from a stranger's garage

just to recreate.

A scrap of knotty wood

worried by knobby fingers.

Thursday, December 6th, 2012

Little Mustard Seed


When will your kingdom come?

Your trunks inside

With your hidden infant leaves

Thursday, December 6th, 2012


It's 5 o'clock I'm riding home from work

Had a bad day in Gautier 'cause I dealt with some jerks

I-10 ain't movin' so I get on 90 East

I've had a long day and the traffic's a beast

Grand Bay's a mile away and now I'm feelin' alright

I just crossed the Mobile County line and now I'm feelin' fine

Thursday, December 6th, 2012

Under your nails.

Jesus under ours.

A crucifix above the bed.


I walk and sit down alone.

My hand holy and dripping.

Tears are best when left untold.

Thursday, December 6th, 2012


Outside, Inside

Crossed in the back,

crossed in front,


Tucked on the side.

Thursday, December 6th, 2012


This is on our way back from camp.

The kids in the back crack childish jokes,

and reminisce about all the trouble they got themselves into.

A month ago,

I imagined myself shooting hoops with two other dudes,

Burning pine needles, and rowing canoes.

Thursday, December 6th, 2012

I           Brother

Looking at words. Reading them.

Sometimes, I cannot bear to do it.

The work of putting everything

Where it should go - the work that

Should be a second nature,

That should be instinctive, effortless -

Burns me and weighs me down.

I hate the letters that dance around

And look in mirrors, that jitter and

Trade places.

I stare at the black and white page

And I am Tantalus,

The understanding just beyond

My fingertips.





Thursday, December 6th, 2012

Amy paced the linoleum floor puffing her cheeks full of air then pressing her palms to the side of her pale face and deflating them again. Her mind raced as she looked over at the clock.


She moved quickly to the pantry, surveyed its contents, decided against cooking all together, and rushed to the phone to order pizza.

"Let me get a large cheese pizza, and the cinnamon sticks, yes the ones with the icing?  1289 West Harmony Court".

The phone hit the base with a heavy thud that sent Amy's temples vibrating. Every little noise seemed to upset her today, like her ears were on the wrong end of a megaphone. She clasped them for a moment before going to the couch. At that moment, the red front door flew open and Shaun made his grand entrance. Dripping sweat, panting, smelly. Is first image Amy to see her face lowered in her palms.

Red/White Portraits
Thursday, December 6th, 2012
Mr. Bunny
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Self Portrait
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