Woman Hollering Creek
Soles against bank
Skirt billows beneath
Damp from heat
Tears, down her cheek
Hand to empty womb
Her child, glassy eyes
… breath still
Floats, beyond dawn
Murder, they whisper
Mother, daughter
He left town last month
Mexico bound for another
She haunts this watery grave
In wind, a mile past farm
Restless, as mosquito bite
Woman Hollering Creek
ding on its haunches a few yards away gives us no warning before its charge interrupting our lakeside meal and rest.
Fallow Ground
As a child and young adult my dreams were sometimes tortured by beings who thirsted for my powerless body or soul and I entered awakening with quaking relief. These dreams…
Poetry
The smell of alcohol and burnt flesh filled the kitchen air I glanced at the long thick piece of iron that laid calm on the blistering red stove. I was…
