Had Some New Poems Published In Resurrection Magazine And One Very Old Poem

Below is my favorite

Sometimes I Wake Up And Still Dream Of Another Life

One where I sleep.
Taking the eggs out of the regrigerator
waiting for them to come to room temperature.
Brwon in a white bowl.
The cat butting her way beneath my ahnds. 
If I dream it is always of the night and we are surrounded
by water. There is always water.
It pools and ripples around your legs like
my body. 

A storm coming. 

Yesterday someone had made a home under the freeway pass.
Two giant American flags around the tent.
Wildflowers spilling out of bottles perched on the edge of the wall
like an offering. And I thought What has America done for you?
All those broken promises.
All the times I presented my body to love. 

The Indians coming over the ridge.
This was still their land
following the girls down the boulevard. 

The one night I wasn’t drunk but still 
I squatted and peed on the side of the road. And when I got back in the truck you asked Better? My shirt slipping from my shoulders. 
The smell of your dog, and the prairie’s sage, and the marijuana making me high.

She’s a bitch. The bassist said under the stars, showing us a picture of his spaniel and I thought Yes That is how you think about your women too.
But I didn’t say anything. His father a sailor. 

My daughter naming the captain.
Is this your future? I whisper to her.
The wind in our hair.
The water tickling our faces.
The way she waltzed  down the starboard side.
Naming the birds she saw.
She already had her sea legs. She wasn’t even three yet. 
Yes she whispered back. 

And my older brother tells us how the pelicans eventually go blind.
The Great Blue Heron giving me the most delicious creep along the back of my spine.
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I encourage you to check the rest of the issue out, it is not often that I love everyone’s work that I am sharing the pages with and that is not the case here, top quality, I love everything about this magazine.