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. ...

Build a nest-level blind in a maple tree. Clear shrubs near seep for a pond. Cut brush for a view of the mountain or for a grassy bank do...

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...

We need a bigger Sun That was still when wires were small, I tell my absent son. Before the walls were alive with things. The refr...

A butterfly settled on the salty lip The sun behind it boomed I found myself in a flight path The margaritas bounced and for what ...

Corona Tambora erupts and smears chrome yellow all over. The sun blurs behind storm clouds. Yellow wind froths waves, and foam tumbles ...