Sean Sexton: Angelic
I see how it is with them, left to their own pursuits
in our absence: the forgotten gate merely ajar
between the two pastures, kept that way for days
June 18, 2024 · 11 Comments
Sean Sexton: Unrecognizable
A friend of my sister attended the reading—
sat in the back of the hall—coming forth only after
everyone had gone.
May 27, 2024 · 13 Comments
Sean Sexton: Hold What You Got
Mayhem, butchery, and sheer witlessness
have grown acute with time and become the order of things.
Frogs creak in brief aubade
February 28, 2024 · 16 Comments
Sean Sexton: Not Yet the Rise
Those five trees across the way I named Pleiades—till
one more fell to earth
August 23, 2023 · 16 Comments
Sean Sexton: Hillside Equipment Auction Yard Outside Dothan, Alabama
I’m the wretch the song’s about
April 26, 2022 · 2 Comments
Sean Sexton: Poem Letter to Rick Campbell
A soft-spoken vision runs their gamut
to the end of your pages, a universe far away from mine, yet, by your
gifts, remains within reach as the ruckus of the interstate in the distance
when the wind is out of the West on such a morning as this.
February 10, 2022 · 5 Comments
