Prairie Heartbeats
A decade and two years of prairie farming. His hands touching her limp silhouette; Laid in the comfort of her bed.
Poems
1915 Rewound
Bodies – One by One – which flail out the Rivers like Salmon, already caught by haunting Men.
Neall Calvert Poetry Collection
Only an expanding heart . . . one that under-stands Those who ignore their history are doomed to repeat it.
Reverb
A thousand ideas bouncing and bounding inside my head, knocking the smoke out of me, drumming up plans for the day after…
Auntie rarely talks about
The numbing aftershocks as four farm families buried sons in closed caskets, automobile rubble robbing her last chance…
feu.
The smoke doesn’t choke me anymore. I took the hell you made for me and made it home…
An Ode (Apology) to My Lungs
Some catalyst would send my heart racing, my lungs suddenly too large for my rib cage. Mouth glued to a vaporizer…
In Parts
My friends detonate their truth bombs right in my face.
My Secret Body
Not meant for fingers or your branding pain, my skin turned inward that day…