Psaltery & Lyre




My nephew says seeing a cardinal means / there’s a soul nearby, so I wonder who’s flitting / from the red oak to the neighbor’s fence / to watch us at this vacation house.

Self-Portrait with Elegy

The fish tank / / hummed, as their fish-eyes bulged into two drunk uncles leering at our / see-thru nightgowns, with flammable gills.

Ode to my great great grandfather’s five wives

so there was debt / and gratitude / / and duty before / ceremony


On my back / my ears underwater / but not / my mouth    my breath tuned / / a strange subterranean –


In the beginning was the station:/metal axis of rails, streamlined / / tubes of genesis

Magpie Visits Saint Lucy at the Convent for Retired Nuns

Legend says it was Waxwings / that plucked out Saint Lucy’s eyes. / She still carries them around on a platter / like an offering of deviled eggs.

Every House Has its Church

On the morning / of my autistic son’s twentieth birthday / I visit bringing cake and groceries / that he will eat alone / and I wonder if his house will ever have its church.

Theory of Everything

I / want a theory of everything / / a theory that begins / in one place and connects / to another like this river

After Abel

I settled into the trees to wait for God. / Bullfrogs called, GROW. GROW. / Night’s dry mists involved the air.

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