Psaltery & Lyre

So much is yet unnamed—

the unnamed letters in the alphabet of atonement; / the bright curve that highlights shadow, and equally / the shadow that shows us the lineaments of light;

2018 Pushcart Prize Nominees

Congratulations to all of our nominees!

Two Poems

some solace when the mice chew through the rafters & open / the sky to our song

I’ve Counted Wild Branches for the Dead

I am fine by daylight. Nighttime / brings the raccoons’ nest / / ripped from its high wedge

An Oral History of the Gods in North America: Leave the Shit Behind

More than ever, the question of religion is a crucial one for our times. The journalist Sarah Smarsh suggests that the political left is finding religion again in the United States. Inspired by her work, I decide to talk to people whose faith motivates their need for social justice.

Two Poems

every / consonant fleshed me alleluias, / furtively splintering my calico / shape

Lost Dream at 72

white-hulled, white-winged, spirit birds / becalmed in time

The Arc

For the last morning, Anne climbs the mountain with her son and a knife, imitating
Abraham. She cannot be outdone in doing right. She reads the Bible and she understands it.


There is nothing to be done / but kneel down, like this, and bear witness.

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