“Hi, Dad.” Rhea smiled for about a second at her dad and slammed the front door. He glanced up, and then continued reading the paper. Just like always, he didn’t care if she was home or not. “Rhea, will you please stop wearing that stupid shirt?” Rhea scowled at him. He knew as well as […]
January/February 2004
My Dad
Spacious, dark oak desk holding a red pencil in a brightly lit room. Built by his splintered hands and intelligent brain. He is a carpenter. Standing in wet sneakers on Conard Field, smiling, pointing his index finger to where scrambling first-years should be. He is a football coach. In my blue-sheeted bed he lies, book […]
One Snake’s Life
New Spanish moss was my bed The ships’ horns were my alarm clock In the early morning Along the Mississippi River’s edge I was swimming left to right Left to right The mud was brown The sky was gray Going up the willow trees Down the willow trees Hiding in the rocks That mourning dove […]
