TWO POEMS/ PARKER TETTLETON

I Wake You The preposition is in the morning. Seconds are flights without subtitles. I leave asking if we’ve slept ourselves, chaired diminutives. Another sentence is somewhere it could be. State Sizes It’s been the year after before. Next is circling, eyes less off, she’s under an awning. The third sentence is where parts of […]

SOMEWHERE IN THE DEEPDARK HEART OF IT ALL/ JACK CASEROS

Somewhere in the deep dark heart of it all there is a man with a plate in his lip, and he is my great-grandfather (maybe more great’s, but how great? I could never know). He used to clap gourds and watch savanna birds fly out of the grass and know the weather for the next […]