Tag Archives: Thomas Locicero

The Poet’s Wife

She withholds intimacy as punishment For a series of crimes he has committed: He dusts, but he doesn’t dust when dusting Is required, according to her schedule. But it is more than that. He doesn’t have The desire to dust. … Continue reading

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The Faithfulness of the Spirit

In the final hour before the break of day when the darkness demonstrates a rare humility and all the earth appears to be still, a boy who had never before laundered his clothes presses his Sunday shirt in sacred silence. … Continue reading

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Birth Death of a First Son

for Dana Gioia There was no time to feel; that I had learned was the point and the curse of this ordeal. The mother took the look of a woman scorned, demanding from her husband time to feel, time to … Continue reading

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Fresh Air

On a whim, she pulls on the shoulders of a yellow-cushioned chair, drags its legs across the hardwood, ignoring the scratches, the chair seemingly growing claws, fighting inertia. She negotiates the doorway, posing, adjusting the heftiness of the chair, until … Continue reading

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