Showing posts with the label 2009Show all
The Attic of Hours
A Day with Our Beagle, the Bruegger Meister Introduction Bruegger was our first beagle, a companion who never asked much from us except to be near. This poem remembers the quiet work we shared one long afternoon - how his presence turned
Foxhole Blues (A Damn Reason, 1990)
Waiting for the Train Sand in my teeth. Gun hot in my hand. Me and Lee crouched low in a land that bleeds all day - Iraq, where the sun burns red and the wind carries things that never finished saying goodbye.
