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William Keckler

Fisherman

An old man sits in a creekside chair where his father sat for years. He looks down into the stream where his father fished, endlessly…

Dec 17

Dec 17

What Happened to Trenny Gibson?

Trenny Gibson was only sixteen when she vanished from the Great Smoky Mountains National Park during a class trip. This happened on October…

Dec 13

Dec 13

She

“Die and be the grass and I will forgive you,” she said. “Let the wind blow through your hair. Let any living thing lie down upon you, and…

Jun 18

Jun 18

After

After poisoning the entire colony of sugar ants, you find a solitary ant foraging in your shower. What to do? Do you wait for her to find…

Jun 17

Jun 17

You

You don’t believe in the afterlife. But you put a lovely old birdbath in your backyard. You smile at ghosts too. After you are gone, I…

Jun 12

Jun 12

Just Now

Just now a jet’s rumble in the shopping mall of the sky. The birds were talking. They stopped, then resumed. A new mailman is walking the…

Jun 12

Jun 12

Could

I could think and talk suddenly, and put clothing on myself. I was not like the other animals towards which I had always crawled in…

Jun 12

Jun 12

Wake Up

Every morning the birds announce their separateness. The grass is wet. It is almost perfect. I fail to make it simpler. I fail.

Jun 11

Jun 11

Merge

Something is being someone down under the clover. Touching the clover’s head, quaffing night’s moisture from it. Night’s moisture is…

Jun 11

Jun 11

Bridge

When their child jumped off the bridge, they knew each other one way. Now they know each other another. The cameras show her entering the…

Jun 11

Jun 11

William Keckler

William Keckler

Writer, visual artist. Books include Sanskrit of the Body, which won in the U.S. National Poetry Series (Penguin). https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/532348.

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