Vicarious
March 27, 2018For and in behalf of those dead
before God’s love could smother
them. I enter the font and take a baptism.
Buried in the temple’s basement, twelve
garlanded oxen balance the precarious
For and in behalf of those dead
before God’s love could smother
them. I enter the font and take a baptism.
Buried in the temple’s basement, twelve
garlanded oxen balance the precarious
Sunrise, Friday, November, 22,1963, not yet but about to be one ugly day in U.S. history, and standing over there about to climb into the family Nova was my dad, Jack, the man suffering—in words…
He watches Elain’s buttocks, the tan shorts browned at the seat, as she walks briskly ahead of him on the narrow trail. Her dirty orange day pack bounces on her back, the leaky canteen a…
After he was let go, Dad’s job
was changing the rolls on those
little spindles in the bathrooms.
Luis strained his ears, watching bare jacaranda branches twitch in silhouette against the bedroom wall. The bedroom window was sliding up. It was not a dream. A human shadow was nearly indivisible from the web…
My son who is blue-eyed and sensitive
thinks he’s alone in his room
where his music bumps and heaves.
I stand unseen at the door which is open
About a year and a half after Mitch fell, he decided on a comeback climb. Understandably, his wife was less than enthusiastic about it. Everyone agreed the fall should have killed Mitch or, worse, made…
At thirty-eight I’m still single. Actually, let me be perfectly frank: Possibly Steve Young and I are the only people in the Western Hemisphere who have remained celibate until such an advanced age, and he…
A rare treat in Manila—real grass,
short and green, probing tentatively
out of rich soil. The sky
waits to rain—black clouds
For my father-in-law, who knew the conflict Alvin Hawking awoke two hours after dusk. He slipped out of his cot and dressed in the dim yellow light that washed through the screen door at the…