Psaltery & Lyre



onion skin

I would give up God for this poem. No more prayers, no more hymns, no more white lilies on my granny’s grave.

Two Poems

How does one leave                a home?

Paper Birch

The paper birch unscrolls sheaf / after sheaf through long wintry /       afternoons. The snow speaks glitter / / and patience.


she stands by the wall, watching, like a doe / at the edge of a meadow, deciding, deciding—

First Mother

Having birthed, my womb is still / full of creatures. My first son / names them and names them, and calls / forth another with each new naming.

Letter to God

Sometimes, I think you put the demon inside / my esophagus so you’d have something to watch.


I was born with aggressive toes / turning mother’s face / clockwise / early morning, alarm, alarm / nothing good / happens before dawn

Best New Poets 2021

Congratulations to P&L's nominees for Best New Poets 2021!

O take and seal it

it beats, an urgent stranger at the door, / knocking

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