Daniel Groves

I keep my distance, watching (as you would) over nodding heads, from my parking spot, your burial in a corresponding plot. Underfoot, you might be understood, as we assume the silence of the dead reciprocal of all we left unsaid. Alike in our [...]

  Episodic family vacations . . . only one still went along, “the baby,” whose own caprice— expansive, interior—their outdated wagon became the seat of—a stationary agon; express, per-minute revolutions, vis- a-vis (that plotted Trip-T [...]