Bill Kimzey

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...

Just some notes. In the second act [ Cat on a Hot Tin Roof ], the family members who have crowded into Brick's room disperse, and he a...

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 ...

Sugar stained The despair I felt toward the end of summer that leaves would fall before I learned the names-- do I feel it still? It is ...

Much is Given I had a thought about planting tomatoes. I would plant romas. I like their shape. They make me feel useful with ...