He had always let me have my way before.
I thought my brother eventually
would leave me a message back.
My father had shut off the radio each night and asked us to repeat our memorized sentences ...  [+]

composed in response to Dorene Quinn's "Tree Skin"
My mother came from the trees.
           I often hungered for lightning between a sea of basalt skin.
She arrived one night, a dusky form ...  [+]