Poems from CQ


Roots in Clay County, Alabama,

Sticking out of the ground

Like hard old men who’ve made up their minds,

Set their grip hard against everything

Young and swift –

When I walk out across this piece of earth

All covered over with honeysuckle and weeds

The ground seems to suck at my feet

As though it were alive

And needed me

Holding soil in place

Replacing stumps falling into rot.



The Dead

Dispossessed they

no longer need

to defend themselves.

The bodies they owned are gone.

But remnants leak, linguistic

particulars reappear, and

voice, gesture take hold.

The dead are memes inside us,

pollen spreading before the wind

passing their invisible seed.


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