8/31/16

the garden behind the church

has curled to a burnt husk

we thumb dropped lavender, 

astringent in 

the sunny lull of late morning

8/30/16

we laid this month flat

and wrote our family name

on every page

the old name

the new family

8/29/16

dark night
cut through
with the oil
of musk
and skunk

8/28/16

texan with

a bruisey apple heart

one arm on her man

the other 

not

8/27/16

i slid down the hill
to where the woods
bottomed out, sweet circle
of sunlight and ferns,
water-black shale

8/26/16

tomorrow

a grand heat, some

herculean good

but tonight

the soft snag of wool

8/25/16

our voices

ring

through

the 

empty house