Tag: and refusal become the grammar of sanctuary.

Treatise to My Old Magnificent Maples and Sweetgums began as a procedural elegy—an archive of leaf blowing, tarp dragging, and displacement. My autistic brother and I enacted these rituals season after season, until the house, the trees, and the basement were lost. The poem resists metaphor and sentimentality. It trusts objects, gestures, and consequence. The…