Excerpt from the poem The Summons:

But, alas, we too were a little crazy
so we sat you down
to give you booze and broads
sometimes both at the same time.


(Bunch’s) poems are “well-written, richly evocative, and
filled with compelling images.”
—K.A. Hunter, Carriage House Review

Excerpt from the poem Unseen Rock:

Its sign language can be brought to the surface
for every threat of war, with its regiments of claws,
is but a death wish, every voice of love,
with sultry maidens strumming our songs, fears
the dying fires of love.

Excerpt from the poem Winter’s Light:

When I came out of the sky above Nashville,
above the dogwoods, red buds, and beech trees,
your light would slow down as squirrels darted in snow
and played in white beards on the steps of the Parthenon.