Poetry
Spring 1989
Horses
My father rode his horses with the kind of authority the Spanish assumed in new worlds. Family stories told how he broke every childhood bone riding “those damned things.” He […]
Poetry
Spring 1989
Communion at Coldwater Baptist Church
Travis Cox, our quick side tackle, went both ways, covered ground like a leopard, saw the whole field in a glance, near laughing with joyous, animal eyes when he found […]
Poetry
Spring 1989
Travis Cox Dies on a Light Pole
Travis Cox left school a famous man. He’d worn on his helmet the word, “Co-Captain,” hash marks at each rim that said he made more tackles than any other lineman […]