Monthly Archives: January 2020


A crèche of
red hooded
muscle berries
unfolding like kings–
Gaspar and Balthasar,
flanked by Christmas
candles, mirror-doubled
and swelling
to show off
their black
speckled hearts
like the dots in
the red rolls of caps
in the pistols
we fired under
the porch of our
house in Wyoming.
Our ears rang
for hours and the
smell of smoke
stuck to our clothes.

I can still hear
the Jankowski boy
screaming, charging
our position no
thought for himself.
His own unfolding
to come in a fog of
antipsychotic drugs,
aimless hitchhiking
and a thin skirmish line
of mid-winter candles.