Friday, March 13, 2015

On a roll

When he tells me about the tumors, he crie
and hangs up the phone 
and I call back immediately 
and lie in his ear and with encouragement 
he lies in my ear.

We do this every day, a frantic duet 
of lies flying back and forth
like homing pigeons but 
growing bigger and faster.

It does not matter to us 
if they are plausible. 
We are on a roll.
We cannot stop, we welcome 
any lies, especially miracles, 
also lies about volition 
and automatic forces, 
lies that keep us blind 
and the terror down, lies

that take us out of this world,
lies that make us go limp
from head to heart, that
help us bend far away from
what is beaming down. 

Sunday, March 1, 2015


Even in the early pictures, my brother 
sitting in the stroller, you can tell
our father isn't satisfied.

Already there's an inward drooping 
in the baby’s eyes 
that mirrors the slump in father’s face 
looking past the child toward something 
deep and awful that left its marks on him.  

There's nothing wrong about this baby 
boy but his father’s dis-esteem ages 
that child, runs his life.....
poor health hunts him down
like a lion in the weeds
and then devours him.

But my brother cleaves to my love, 
at times thin as an exclamation mark 
but not loving him is just too hard 
for me to swallow.