He knew he would soon find / them trying to sneak back into / the garden, lusting after sweet / berries, succulent pears, jewel- / brilliant pomegranate seeds.
Angel Ordering Exiles from Paradise
Author: psalteryandlyre
O Forgiveness
You’d swear an egg / cracked ever so gently, the white seepage, / yolk rivered to your ears.
Admission
There’s that moon again, February moon, / moon in Pisces, Valentine’s Day moon.
A Prayer to Charlotte, in February
Dear lady / of the eight legs, dame / of dry wit and outsize determination / descend / your self-spun line / and hear us.
WE HAD TO LEAVE
It came to be widely believed that we were Something’s experiment, in which case the stars and the trees and the grass and the birds knew everything we wished to know.
The Moth
Let’s drink to / what can be socketed, shadow / to wall, mouth to an ear. The moth / still on the windowsill is only / / a little death.
Grounding
I see nothing can stand beneath my feet but the solemn / and lovely earth, the molten fire within it, cirrus rags above.
How Long the Call
because (they say) my voice / was made for lullabies alone
How to Parse God
Neither God, nor God’s Manifestation in Flesh / Resembles a vending machine along the side of an untraveled road, / Almost covered in kudzu.
Psaltery & Lyre 