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Psaltery & Lyre

Two Poems

You carry it in on your palm-stretcher, / a brittle-spit, a kicked-out life-in-a-stick, / / all stuttering beak and shattered spindle, / like a rickety dollhouse staircase.

Shut Up and Listen: Conversation 3

“[The church] needs about 400 years of repentance to queer people,” the would-be priest laughs.

Two Poems

Remember how we used to love? / / The way our hearts were rough-hewn / and rabbeted together like the shiplap / on the barn out back

Song

Dare the wish you dare to wish on morning’s last star: / That every creature be mated and warm, / every couple coupled and quickened

The Prodigal Son Makes Notes for a Eulogy and Never Mentions the Fatted Calf

I would rather lose him than remember lies. Loss is real and heavy / and as hard to carry and balance as a shuttle of slack coal

“How Do We Sense the Sensational?”

We want bright lights. / We want a voice / of god, or reason, recent studies / / roaring in our heads

Roaming Charges

I am left holding / / a fleeting scent of adornment / and shorn roots, their seep / hushed.

Two Poems

Where lime dissolved / bones, rise limestone walls, / mosaic saints

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;

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