Jared Carter

Let us go then, up the long stairs            and down the hall,Through rooms in which a storm of air            electrical Takes hold, and windows fill with light           that strips awayThe darkness, . . . . Continue Reading »

You, my friend, who died in battle,        can’t remember How your breath became a rattle,       then, more slender, Changed to prayer. What syllables       were left to say, What could be brought to . . . . Continue Reading »