Down by the River
She bloomed when she rose awake to loving love. The men do not come to be awake. They come to drowse …
Tag Archives: Minnesota poems
Dance by the Light of the Moon
We grow smaller as the moon falls closer. My old Aunt Vicki is afraid to go out in the night. …
Trembling
I trembled along the muddy river’s edge not for fear of drowning but for coming up a fourth time to …
Family Portrait
Strange This hatred of factories. I have never been in one. Fifty years my father labored in a factory making …
Drunk Tank Warrior
What words will you sing when you die? What song will chant you into the next world? The old drunk …
Man in the Street
Under a heap of hood and ice crusted grime a man alone, old in loneliness and years with blood numb, …
Here, in the American Midwest
Black shadows, whitewashed walls of empty silos ripple under the ruins of the sun. A widow on the porch, gray …
A Small Country
It is a small country. There is nothing one man will not do to another. The Visitor, Carolyn Forche In …
In America
In America many women with heart shaped legs will scale the long stairs, intention intact, only to fall asleep in …
The Quick and the Wild
Animals with quick eyes stare about wildly when our fathers prowl the woods with brandy, guns and their sure superiority. …
Poetry on the run 