A poem about leaving my childhood home, inspired by Kevin Goodan's (to crave what the light does crave). > to crave what the light does crave to shelter, to flee > To grasp October breath between chipped lips and know each molecule I taste to stamp the squares of a rubber sole into hoof-trod earth, …
North Carolina Locals Call it Rufton
I. Rain was an event, breaking through our compound, working the amaranth brick buildings to auburn, raspberry garlands in grass hair — dyed blue with Rutherfordton’s Carolina music. No swimming in a heat storm. We only balance on the window frame, listen to the clouds groan over air conditioning. II. I want friction in this …
Ceciley Pund 