He is the author of six poetry collections, most recently "Many Full Hands Applauding Inelegantly" (2016, 8th House Publishing). He is the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry.
He is currently living and writing in Columbus, Ohio with his wife and children.
SWEET WOLF #13
Lost in the acreage,
sin can stretch out a bit,
can sing the crowd
into a burning skeleton,
can make a path
out of the ashes
of each field party
& when the sun becomes
a witness, how many
stray animals do you
think it will count?
How many sheriffs
are found sleeping
in their off-duty trucks?
It’s useless to govern
most of Ohio, but there
is a feeling on the right
night, that doesn’t matter.
Wolf illustration by Jenny Mathews
The first salvation
is the last salvation.
Most of us have chosen
so poorly that we pull
on every artistry
until we’re swallowed
up in the epic
of our own demise.
There isn’t a Lord,
but there is plenty
of heroin. Sometimes
it really is that simple.
SWEET WOLF #15
The river wakes up
from time to time
& every time it does
it spits out at least
one girl I took
to Homecoming.
It’s pretty
fucking righteous,
that damn water.
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