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The exact likeness for grief
The exact likeness for grief The exact likeness for grief Swinging a pitching wedge, my father lofts Seven golf balls over my mother's...
Christian Century, 12/02/08 by Gary Fincke · More from publication -
The first word
The first word The first word (The Amharas of Ethiopia name their babies the first word spoken by the mother after she gives birth.) ...
Christian Century, 11/18/08 by Gary Fincke · More from publication -
A communion of tools
A communion of tools A communion of tools Each time I visit, my father gives me The things that are sold from weekend driveways-- A...
Christian Century, 11/27/07 by Gary Fincke · More from publication -
White Gloves.(Poem)
White Gloves Going out meant church, my mother, Like a surgeon, slipping on white gloves At the door. They said she was ready; ...
Prairie Schooner, 03/22/06 by Fincke, Gary · More from publication -
Black Veils.(Poem)
Black Veils I learned the verse where God demands hats, found The references to veils. For hundreds Of Sundays, the women around me...
Prairie Schooner, 03/22/06 by Fincke, Gary · More from publication -
The Horns of Guy Lombardo.(Poem)
The Horns of Guy Lombardo Because I am ten years old and unashamed, Because I've played the trombone for a year And can read songs...
Prairie Schooner, 03/22/06 by Fincke, Gary · More from publication -
Dunce
Dunce Dunce Because imperfection banished boys to The corner where the ordinary sat, Dunce was the name I could be called each time I...
Literary Review, 06/22/05 by Gary Fincke · More from publication -
This.(Poem)
This "Keep this," my father writes. "It's the last card you'll get from me." I have a collection-- from Christmas, Easter, my summer...
Prairie Schooner, 06/22/04 by Fincke, Gary · More from publication -
The impossible
The Impossible The Impossible College down to its final semester, It was, I vowed, my last winter of walking In terrible weather. The mornings I...
Literary Review, 03/22/04 by Gary Fincke · More from publication -
The Magpie Evening: a Prayer.(Poem)
The Magpie Evening: A Prayer. When magpies die, each of the living swoops down and pecks, one by one, in an accepted order He coaxed my...
Prairie Schooner, 09/22/03 by Fincke, Gary · More from publication
