Psaltery & Lyre

A Gospel of Birds

She wasn't sure about heaven, / but she believed in birds. / On walks she’d stop to watch / a skein of geese

Gone Fishing

a fish / finds its way / up my line / and into my mind, / whispers / to me

sundays I would go missing

slip off those little red mary janes / the detested damp socks / edged in chafing lace

Caedmon Miller

No more lilies under tungsten / to align a dead end run— / wild with river trap

The Valkyries Clear the Table

The heroes have autographed the table again / with their glasses, rings of condensation / in looped cursive circles that interrupt / / each other’s epics.

Uncertain Repast

God forget-me-not / come replenish come wounded blood-let weary / undone fallen / trailing crimson promise

A Verified Truth is not a Final Terminus

He in his godlessness does not see a settling.

First Mover

I would send / / the song welling in the bird, but keep / the seam of gold silent / / in its earthen bed.

The Whisper

whispering / through the keyhole / the same question / night after night

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