Rob Austin McKeeSayangBy my reckoning, there only are two ways that Two objects can occupy the same spatial dimensions: If they are separated, however...
Rob Austin McKeeThirty-Six and a HalfThe fantasies and phantasms of youth Have not perished. Rather, Like me, They have dissolved and assimilated themselves. They have...
Rob Austin McKeeI Voyage the Broad LifeI voyage the broad life, roused by sun and song and rock-a-byed by the rolling swells and ridged whitecaps of parted time radiating from...
Rob Austin McKeeCorpus ChristiFather, Fear me, But let it remain, Like so many other things Between us, Unspoken. I am not, Nor ever was, Your darling boy, Your...
Rob Austin McKeeThe Way You Looked Last NightThe way you looked last night – The way the world looked at you – The way the world, Nonchalant, Placed its nimble hand across the small...
Rob Austin McKeeRevelationIn a months-old issue of some magazine sent to us from back home, to rouse our spirits and remind us again why the campaign or operation...
Rob Austin McKeeIn Beauty May I WalkIn beauty may I walk, in moonlit meditation gifted of grassy earth and whispered on downy-blown breezes. My pulse, the unembellished...
Rob Austin McKeeCandlesAncient starlight dots the elder darkness. In unlit rooms, we light the tall, tapered candles passed down from our grandmothers –...
Rob Austin McKeeGravityThere resides, between any two discrete bundles of atoms, a resolute gravity. Now, my love, that same inverse-square inclination draws...
Rob Austin McKeeHurricaneAt sunrise, the storm was still assailing us. I waded across the yard to check on my neighbor. Peering through the stepped panes of his...
Rob Austin McKeeReverenceIn silent reverence, we ascended the full three stories of acutely gabled façade. We reclined westward at the summit, and waited, prying...
Rob Austin McKeeThings I Think About When I Can’t Sleep:An aneurysm spurting in my skull – Burst red balloon for which the cherubs weep. If I could weep, I could as soon be lulled Within the...
Rob Austin McKeeThe Beggar and the SenatorIt is tolerable that the calloused hands of the beggar trace the fluted columns of democracy. It is tolerable that his muddied feet trod...
Rob Austin McKeeAurorasThe geometry of dawn and dusk is that of unbroken planes, excepting the loose wisps of radiance that glimmer above the glaciated bedrock...