Saturday, September 18, 2010


Here's a poem from Bone China, my poetry chapbook:


Where a thousand shadows fell
on a great scourged stone
forgotten, tongues whisper
oh, all the sorrow--
spent cartridges, rain, bruises
a hand in a ditch, silence,
the year after, feathers,
thoughts of sinking, the hard
decisions of small children--
from shadow mouths
grow flowers
white roots in rock