Selected Poetry by Christine Glade

Remembering My Brother
Before He Became A Cult Leader

Didn't they see
you could only tell the truth
while bouncing a ball.

A boy's heart
pounding
Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump!
Up and down the asphalt driveway
across the kitchen linoleum,
off the garage door.

Another window
taken out of your allowance.

So many voices
All shouting
Stop it with that ball.