Nothing Can Contain You
From The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. In memory of David Hilderbrand. Not the wreath woven from fresh flowers, nor the photograph it…
Poetry
Geography of Home
From The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. Sudden winter rain a need like night camellias that morning startling a thing remembered how we…
Pine Pitch
From The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. For Jerry Smith. Clustered around the edges of my father’s open grave, the grown-ups lean into…
The Way It Should Be
From Poemeleon. After a photograph by Lauren Preller Things shouldn’t have turned turn out this way. When her husband was still alive they would…
Spagetti
From the Cortland Review Aunt Barbara was a beauty queen. Competing in the Miss America Pageant and riding on top of floats in holiday parades…