Sparse Rain Passing
Sarah sends tithes to a television church
poetry
Hills
My grandfather penciled a skyline map
At The Bird Sanctuary 2
At first it's a dance
Wildcatting on Hardscrabble
My father baked fresh loaves before he
Bubba's Rattlesnake Chili
Nights of Rattlesnake Chili
Settling the Plains
No sense of guilt: that must be
V. the variations in us
Eyes bleared
Harem Scarem
Pubic hair was still taboo
Don't Get a Gun, Get a Big Dog
"Mir-iam? Is that you?" my mother asked
Sky Class
We lay like a little tribe
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