This Poem

isn’t going anywhere today but I have enjoyed the trips we’ve taken, stopping at stations to exchange one soul for another, like the old guy clutching a Chihuahua stepping off for the woman wearing two blue masks. I have loved the places we’ve forgotten, like a cabin my father rented with the hole in the […]

The water at Camp Lejeune

Was poisoned with benzene, vinyl chloride, diesel fuel and a bunch of stuff I can’t pronounce which took twenty-five years to reduce my father to bed sores. I drove him to Boston for chemotherapy when I was 22 and he was 47. We stopped at a rest area going home so he could lean out […]