Poetry

Surviving You

I don’t know how I did it, / loved you all those years in the quiet landscape / of a burning vineyard, of a toppling mountain…

Arlo

Late June fields greening
under a mottled sky.
An oriole slashes orange
against a shingled Cape Cod.

The Shed

Each time something went missing—
the photo album of my first
year, postcard from a forgotten friend…

Price Tag

Late June fields greening
under a mottled sky.
An oriole slashes orange
against a shingled Cape Cod.

O To Be a Semiautomatic Weapon

Late June fields greening
under a mottled sky.
An oriole slashes orange
against a shingled Cape Cod.

After the Loss of My Daughter to Suicide

Late June fields greening
under a mottled sky.
An oriole slashes orange
against a shingled Cape Cod.

After Another School Shooting, I Drive the Back Roads of New Hampshire

Late June fields greening
under a mottled sky.
An oriole slashes orange
against a shingled Cape Cod.

Dear Shooter,

1

The smell is like nothing else.
Sickeningly sweet and kind of smoky,
like something burning and rotting at the same time,
it filled my father’s hospital room
and stuck to our clothes and nostrils
long after he died.

Uremia

1

The smell is like nothing else.
Sickeningly sweet and kind of smoky,
like something burning and rotting at the same time,
it filled my father’s hospital room
and stuck to our clothes and nostrils
long after he died.