Archive for August, 2008

First Chord (v.2).
August 18, 2008

A week and three days after the wake
all anyone will say is, “Yes, yes, they’re
dead. I can see how that is hard.”
No one can say, “Yes, they really are
wonderful,” when no one’s heard
the exact timbre of these voices
bouncing constantly against the
boundaries of my brain. These voices
that make my shoulders ache
as I tense to [...]

Praying Afterward.
August 18, 2008

Told to hold his hands
one palm pressed against
the other, in perfect
prayerful parallel,
my brother instead
insists on curling them
together in a fist.
He says,
after a childhood accident
severed the nerves in his
left wrist, he requires this
to trust God holds his hand.