Burial Grounds

Two rows of heads puffed white for show are turned to watch the gurney go parade-like down the …

Their vigil was roadside throughout, as the fire fed fire, and rose into bedrooms and closets, and …

Something, with being up —when cruising through the starsat 30 miles per hourabove the lesser …

The gnarled hands knead the air to nothingness. The eyes, locked in a downward stare—not so much in …

It isn’t so much hope behind these doors as work to do. And so the working goes on at 4 AM. He …

The night is staring darkly in. She sweeps between the vinyl benches, tugs at fries, the clumps of …

In a churchyard near here, markers huddle on a hill, remembering each other —tacitly—until the …

The bleached limestone stones are contesting for which can be last to forgotten. You can tell by …