like a book left open in the rain; pages wrinkle, / rip and fall before their ambiguities are read.
Two Poems
Author: psalteryandlyre
Meridional overturning
In the freezing season, the lacerated places breed / / bright ice in matrices and lattices, glittering, / highballing.
Ain’t No Man
I see men as trees, walking. If men were trees, if our cities were forests, our towns dense groves, what kind of world would we then make?
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
Psaltery & Lyre 