Thursday, February 24, 2011

In The Back

In the back of the bus the clothes are off.
Texas heat.
In the back of the yellow short bus 1212.


With your head, listen to the voices of your parents, unless your parents are on drugs.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


She came down the stairs.
All the power was off and sleet and light were blasting through a northern window.
What woke her was the life of her father's bloody bullet, that shattered a northern window and let the light in.

for Tammy

Monday, February 7, 2011


I woke to the wailing from upstairs.
My beautiful, symmetrical daughter was sitting on her bed in her pink room, crying and bleeding.
My wife stood by her side trying to console her.
There was a thin trail of blood sliding down the inside of her thigh.
On the floor between her beautiful tiny feet were three eggs of differing colors, splotched with blood.
There was no consoling her.
How can she be more beautiful with her blond hair and black eyes, filled with tears. Long slender neck and lovely bones.
Over her head circled a vulture.