Bill Kimzey

Jack's tombstone wears the oak's mantel: lichens rust the pink granite; tannins set his name and the chiseled teak pattern in relief...

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. ...

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 ...

Cairn Stone cries sand. Stone cries soil. A stone cries memory. I had to stack the rocks to make sense of them. I don't like dec...

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

If I stare long enough will these surf-scoured stones on my window sill glow green and pink like tourmaline the way they were animated ...

The Black Sun 1. I sit far back from the center where people walk their strollers and throw frisbees. Depending on what the wind is say...

inter at your plot in trees above the Gladstone tracks the sun is your hat today you never saw your sister run her rocking horse a ...