The County of Rain Lush and glistening, strands of rubies used to spill from the thrush’s throat; but now the dew will dry before the sun rises, and we endure a thirsty cinder, and then a choking, broken moon. And so I’ll drive through the night, past the pine barren’s wind-thrawn forms to your county […]
The Last Toy That small, wooden train engine remains on your dresser, crowded by crumpled bills, covered by a black dress sock; the rest lies packed, entangled in its tracks beneath the snapped, abiding lid of a plastic box, buried in the attic’s still vault. Why did you decide to set that toy aside, a […]
The Cellar’s Reckoning I. Where the broad, brick picket of chimney noses into the cellar dirt, a hemlock post spans from joist to shale slab and bears its share of the house’s weight, but also the firm, deliberate strokes and scrolls of a hundred-year old hand, tallying bushels of potatoes stored in that false, dank […]
One of a series of poems by Kevin Casey, published as part of TMO’s original poetry collection.
