Psaltery & Lyre



Jonah Complex

I am stuck / as a minnow in a child’s little bucket. / I’m being carried, sloshing, back / to someone else’s mother

On Florida backroads, heaven

grows at an angle / from the earth    serpentine     moss / adorns its low bent


Three swans spin slowly on the water. I am seated / on the nearby patchy dirt and see / jagged mountains scratch up together.

Book Review: Took House, by Lauren Camp

Opening with hunger and appetite, Took House, an alluringly haunting poetry collection, invites the reader to the table to dip in and out of love, obsession, and what remains hidden.


feast of a million small creeks

A World Not Gentle

I never wrote the poem, though I wanted to, / where I wished to steal Stern’s phrase— / “the world at last a meadow”—for no reason / other than to speak again its genius and beauty


I am a carrion bird circling over you: / see my flashing feathers? / I can caw / and caw

God as Urinary Tract Infection

In the night what else can you wonder / wide awake besides what a wonder, this pain?

Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Daughter, Rose, Prays the Mysteries of the Rosary

Pray the grime-coated stairway of 1 Scammel Street. Smoke-stained walls and fallen chunks of plaster. The floor we painted cheer yellow.

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