D. R. James, retired from nearly forty years of teaching college writing, literature, and peace studies, lives with his psychotherapist wife in the woods near Saugatuck, Michigan. His latest of ten collections is Mobius Trip, which was published by Dos Madres in 2021.
My wife comes home, cold, slides into bed to warm against my sleepiness, and sighs. That snow. I drove through everything. To the toddler who’d never walked, every Friday for eighteen months beyond predictions, his slack presence swaddled on the living room couch. Encephalitis— nothingwrongwiththatlittleheart. Though the tiny mother’s had broken long ago, and now […]
In this poem, D. R. James writes of all the ways in which your hometown basketball games haven’t changed.
