Author: Gabriel Lunesce

they tilt their heads      quizzically when I say goats      get upset any time you’re late      to the milking but I’m already past      their confusion sticky sweet feed smells      fill my head wafting into this room      from twenty years ago and the peace of a kid      asleep in my lap tries to take hold      then fades…

Cotton fields like snow as far as I can see, and if I squint maybe I can look back in your stories to you on a blanket, too young to feel someone else’s someday soft shirt tear up your fingers like your brothers and sisters. Too young for the future featherweight fabric to bend your…

They gave me the name of an angel, but no wings. They gave me a name that carried strength which came in words of comfort. They gave me the name of one who appeared as a man, but was no man. And I grew into the soft touch of one whose strength lies not in…

The air still, but cool, Summer haze held off by spring. The night so clear… If I climbed high enough could I see all the way to you?

a single orange nike hightop on the shoulder of the spillway bridge no one walking in either direction

If you won’t improve upon the blank page, write anyway.

sterile, lifeless “sitting next to Jesus at the table” this cannot be a connection called     beloved no, it was truer before “leaning on Jesus’ bosom” the disciple was “lying on Jesus’ breast” no unchanging, unaffected ideal no staid spirit disdaining skin, sinew no measured distance or divide my god is a god of flesh a…

I come, covered in ash from fires long past touching my brow the priest wipes clean a cross a touch of resurrection