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Brother in C Minor

Our father turned to me and said, Why does he sound like a girl.

Burials

Here’s a first, he said, some nutbag wants to dig the grave himself.

Buried Voices

The story doesn’t begin until the van breaks down, I always say.

Burning Cold

Jimmy’s jacket, mittens, and shirt were in a pile next to his frozen body.

But I Digress . . .

The store was one of his last-ditch efforts to make a pile of money.

Carp for the Wehrmacht

Papa’s link to that pond was a matter of blood. And the delicious carp.

Carry Me Back

“Mom, don’t you think the fucking racism is worse than my profanity?”

Cartoon Art Volume 2010-01

“I wish my father was alive to see how lazy I could really be.”

Cartoon Art Volume 2015-04

Cartoon Art Volume 2015-09

Cartoon Art Volume 2017-04

Catching Out

I loved hopping freight trains. It was cheap, dirty, and dangerous.

Cerromar

That’s what I want, to feel terrified, excited, and free, all at once.

Choir Practice

Betsy recoiled, understanding instinctively what was to come.

Choteau

People only see that side of him. He is still a boy, learning to be a man.

Christmas Eve

I knew my father started the fire. It’s not the first place he’s burned down.

Clark the Saint

Saint Clark, halo and all, patron of wildlife shows and the cigarette tax.

Clearing the History and Other Poems

I wanted to forget my parents’ slow dying together in Ohio.

Close

I have already begun the life-long work of hating my father.

Cocaine & Flowers

You see, I plan on remaining here as the most foolish god in the world.

Confessions: My Father, Hummingbirds, and Frantz Fanon

Ideology, all of us inanimate in the face of the onslaught.

Cuernos

There is a pure fear, in waking somewhere you have not lain down. She runs until her blisters bleed. Then, she runs some more.

Dad

Here's an affecting glimpse into a story of fatherhood.

Daddy’s Girl

“It’s out of the question. It’s a waste of your time. And my money.”

Debutantes

Her father is important in his village and has three wives.

Dementia Bus

Some days he thinks he has patients to see, meetings to attend.

Dinghy

Vita brevis, source of all not enough. Light leaked from stopped time.

Dirt

There’s a god sitting on a tree stump, the morning foaming in his mouth.

Dovetail

I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know my father’s grief.

Downhill Triolets

Ring, ring, ring at 2 a.m. means meth’s got my brother in the slammer again.