Welcomed by the Land – A Father Returns Home
redwing blackbirds
flash like fire in the sun, the Olds
sailing and sailing over waves of blacktop
fathers
On the Way to Heaven, 2nd Lineage Poem: Over Ohio
my mother called on Friday
to let me know his time was near
that I needed to come now.
the heart of nothing
near Danish flat, just past yellow cat, the highway drops from the hills, flattens into an arrow pointed straight at the heart of nothing at all. my father was an Ohio farmboy, but always loved the desert would stand staring into it for hours from the edge of the motel parking … Read more
