Poem #11: The Bones Don't Carethere’s a charnel house at the back of my property I go there to sing to the bones my melodies are ghastly, sorrowful ruinous, but the...
Poem #10: September, SeptemberI have a saying that September begins when October ends, or maybe it’s October lives inside September. I’ve always thought of September...
Poem #9: Ode to Knox CountyThere are no guns in Knox County only knives people use to dig, relentlessly for reasons to live There are no knives in Knox County only...