this is the poetry of a six year search for the bodies of Tina and Bethany Sinclair. A mother and daughter that disappeared one night after a fight with the man they live with. He has recently gotten out of prison for molesting his daughter. He restlessly rides our roads. I have searched for these two women for the last six years. The family would like to have closure. We gathered this morning under a rain drenched gray tarp and ate donuts and pizza...waiting for something to unfold maybe a miracle.

I rose at dawn
from red wrinkled sheets
unfolding my thoughts
from dreams
of cold streams


morning mountain search
heart sick from wondering
how to find
of their bodies


tobacco silky snake
slithered into my nostrils
chatter of eyebrow prices
hair highlighting accent
we waited

mourning mountain search
heart struck from wandering
looking for pieces
of their bodies

pandemonium over the perpetrator
riding his truck
too close to their memorial
an inward scream escapes
psychically thrashing

mourning mama sinks
her teeth into donuts
looking for places
to rest from their deaths

windy day
weeping seeping water
trees scratch the sky
till it’s bloodless
my eyes search the grass
a bit of bone or hair

mountain moving mama
sweet Tina
give us a tell, a hint
six years and still looking