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Resurrection

One gunmetal day, late fall, 
a fat shabby robin tired 
of flying in her natural world, 
desired to swoop across our couch, 

Our Fecundity

What have we done? 
This wrinkled child 
did not ask for entry; 
it answered our call 

Remembering B. H. Roberts

In my early years, I had occasional personal contact with B. H. Roberts. He was a friend of both of my grandfathers, and one of his daughters was married to my mother’s brother, with whose…

For My Father, 1934-1990

Have you noticed, then, that sound moves 
differently in fall—such falling 
of leaves, a fall 
from warmth and 

Mama and Daddy Standin’ By

Best thing that ever happened 
In church was when Martha 
Got Nancy to sing “Summertime” 
On Mother’s Day—