The Red Shutters
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Attesting To Your Mother’s Hypocrisy
Demons invoked in the house by
sneezing — we’d call the electrician.
He’d know the psalms to be sung for it,
and the white costumes to wear.
Floating in white across the fields
of morning glories and corn, swinging
an incense burning, and a keg full
of salt water.
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A Childless Father Speaks to Himself
“Let us make man in our own image…”
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Elephant Slide in the Exclusion Zone
After David McMillan’s photograph, Pripyat, Ukraine, October 2002.
To forgive
can sometimes mean to think
of them as a child: a wisped head
turned in a wheaten basket. Soft fists.
A bumblebee in a foxglove flower.
The Questions
accumulated with missing relations
in photographs of his grandad’s family,
his Nana’s dropped dark hints.
BURNING HOUSE PRESS 