He lies between us,
Stealing space, sharing my breath—
Boat-motor running
Skat@2020
He lies between us,
Stealing space, sharing my breath—
Boat-motor running
Skat@2020
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Another
Cold grey winter morn
Since you passed
Days ago
Our family story’s told—I’m
the last of the line.
skat@2019
A few feathers, still
atop my fence-post; I chase
off a sparrow hawk.
skat@2017
My uncle has died.
I call up memories, and
Amend the family tree.
skat@2015
Mom has family stopping.
Now she’s holding court as—the
Politics guru.
skat@2015