Trajectory

The bullet, spinning / to maintain a shallow arc, / carves a hot thread / through the wind / until it breaks one hair / and the deer’s neck… More

Hide the Poor

As clansmen make laws / the country makes heaps / their kings and governors / proclaim franking / to be among / the inalienable rights / They burn youths… More

Accomplice

It was a treat whenever Cameron jumped on his Huffy and bicycled his way from his Barry Circle apartment complex in Bloomfield to our home in the next town… More

Catching the Setting Sun

“Mama, why does the sun go in the water?” “To let us sleep, son. To let us sleep.” “Why do we have to sleep?” “‘Cause we tired. Ain’t you… More

How I Became My Father

“Where are you going?” my father asked, stepping out of his black GTO as I approached the Mission, a halfway house my mother forced me into after bailing me… More

After Prison

I have 10 minutes until a call-out to see the mental health case manager I call Mr. Forgiveness. I don’t want to see him, not because he is always… More