drmstream[writing]

D’s Com­mu­nion One time when I was a young man I caught the scent of the priest Through the tan­nins of the com­mu­nion wine. He smelled like my father On the morn­ing that he buried my mother. I had just mar­ried. My new wife Kept two paces behind me In the com­mu­nion line. Tak­ing the host was […]

My son at 6 at the end of the week­end Your arm drapes along my whole side From my shoul­der to my hip to my ankle Where your fin­ger cir­cles the knob Of my joint firmly. I can feel the warm press Of your palm, the weight of your elbow Against the worn fleece of […]