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Why I Plant Redbuds

Duane K. Caylor

Whether he really owns the aphorism, / or it belongs to someone else instead...

Stealing Pears

Duane K. Caylor

Iniquity, O Lord, can be delicious: / always in season, always tender, sweet, / blushing, and aromatic. Not capricious...

Francis After Collestrada

Duane K. Caylor

Our army met Perugia’s on the plain / beside the hospital. All day we fought / with crossbow, sword, and lancet to obtain...

Ruins

Duane K. Caylor

Pill bottles in assorted sizes lie / scattered across the smooth Formica plain / of the bathroom countertop. They testify...

Christmas Caroling in Colonial Williamsburg

Duane K. Caylor

Many of those here only know a verse / of any given carol, sometimes less— / sometimes an isolated phrase or terse...

The Day the Rain Began

Duane K. Caylor

Today seemed just an ordinary day. / The sun rose like an irritated eye; / wives cooked rice pancakes; children went to play...

Political Calendar

Duane K. Caylor

Spring like a popular insurrection rises against a winter government’s assizes; gone mad by June, its liberality gives way to summer’s fruitful anarchy. Order returns in autumn as the...

Drought Breaker

Duane K. Caylor

Two years of drought seem broken by a deluge / that would be the wrath of God were it not mercy. ...

Journey Into Autumn

Duane K. Caylor

Once again, we are on the road early, / driving to see our son / wrestle with cancer for gold. ...