Tag Archives: Shot


Magnifying glass
Ant burn
Clouds pass by the sunshine
Shadows walk past the lawn
Hand picks the scab
Fell off the bike and got back on
Red Kool-aid on white shorts
Don’t look don’t look
Mother’s day 1988
Throw the Nerf ball
Sun up sun down
Hot dogs on the grill pop
Cicada hum through the oasis
Thorn tree set the property line
Blood remnant in the dirt
Night crawlers on the flesh
Drainage ditch bubble up black
Can’t find the snapping turtle
Time won’t turn back

Daddy sat a certain way
Laid on the carpet
Pet the dog
What if he spoke
Told the truth
Cried for life
Storm door swung shut
Compressed air sigh
Barefoot steps across grass
Breathless second
Dry mouth
Wood and metal weapon
Killed a deer twenty years before
One shot to one shot
Bookend murder
Death certificate self inflicted
Nothing else mattered
Everything was
Sun still rose
Sun still




Color spill
Stomach hurts before us
Cloud head
Demon face
Distant sight
Run through serpents
Run through night
Give the gift
Gift of flight

Keyboard static
Grave train
Derail coffin spill
Dirt clump
Careful on the hucka-stump

Rooftop rifle view
Ants to burn
Domino gun
Fall for fun
Unseen stun
Cries and tears and pumping blood
Pavement rattles
Thud thud thud

Cameras on
We’re on the air
Yell out children
Don’t breathe
Just stare
Truth be told
Look close for the strings
Make up on
Three, two

“Good evening, what we have to report tonight, is a
As of this very minute…”

Farther father down
Desperate inner clown
Sleeping bag in the cave son



Someone heard that
Shells roll opposite ways
Shot still echoes down post rain glistened streets
Pail purple and orange street lamps
An old woman calls the police

Blood pool from head to neck and shoulders

Freezes me with a glance
Eyes iced over
My heart restarts
Legs to the car before my body
He walks smooth

Rental car starts with ease
As if I thought it would sputter like some stupid movie
He doesn’t wear leather gloves because they look cool
Hepatitis from knocking the wrong person’s teeth in
Not fear

Airport is so close
Return the car
On to the next
Two planes to the same point
Perspective drawn like eighth grade art
Then again

This so quick
Like it didn’t happen
Reality suspended
Forgot how I got there
Didn’t hear the shots
Just blood on the street
Vessel lay empty

“I’m hungry”
Voice like no beginning or end
What is he saying?
Like it didn’t happen for him either

It didn’t