Bill Kimzey

Prayer from Gray’s River When a mother kills the light in her son’s eyes god moves stone like water for miles and ash rains for months. ...

Approaching getting louder Listening from other rooms to half answers half heard about school I close my eyes, think of trees and...

Prayer at Gray’s River When a mother seizes one life god moves mudstone like water for miles toward the Pacific and ash rains for months. I ...

an Ars Poetica Mother says unless you have something nice to say … she struggles now to finish to say anything at all. Mom stopp...

Biting Orange I pushed a thumb into the rind. Its bitter tear stung my eye. I didn’t like the work an orange required. The seeds, the s...