Late at night, a shadow becomes its own
life alive on the wall or curtain, and when it moves
a piece of everywhere
moves with it. Is that okay?
In this world, it is good sometimes to be afraid.
And in this telling
of the story, some of the fish went to waste.
They lay in heaps, the spectacle complete.
has its own light, and the sayings of confident men
don’t make trees
Saturday, May 10th –Stray Dog Reading Series Gatsy Coffee House, 2610 Salem Ave, Lubbock, TX 79410 7PM w/ 2 Guests
Sunday, May 11th- Albuquerque Book Works 4022 Rio Grande Blvd NW Albuquerque, NM 87107 at 3 PM
Monday, May 12th –…
Kathleen Rooney, on Let There Be Light
Naomi Shihab Nye, on Let There Be Light
My debut full-length, Punchline, a National Poetry Series finalist, is out now from Gold Wake Press.
There is something impossibly quixotic about this “project” of ritualizing through the lyric poem…