This is the only creed I’m willing to / say I believe: all church / basement rooms smell of stale / graham crackers, sadness and glue
12 Steps to the Basement
Author: psalteryandlyre
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.
Psaltery & Lyre 