Psaltery & Lyre



So much is yet unnamed—

the unnamed letters in the alphabet of atonement; / the bright curve that highlights shadow, and equally / the shadow that shows us the lineaments of light;

Two Poems

some solace when the mice chew through the rafters & open / the sky to our song

I’ve Counted Wild Branches for the Dead

I am fine by daylight. Nighttime / brings the raccoons’ nest / / ripped from its high wedge

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every / consonant fleshed me alleluias, / furtively splintering my calico / shape

Lost Dream at 72

white-hulled, white-winged, spirit birds / becalmed in time


There is nothing to be done / but kneel down, like this, and bear witness.

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Hurts you, doesn’t it? Every last thing. / Those endings. Each page, a paper cut. / / Godx is nearer than you can imagine. / Godx is never close enough.

Words for Levitation

Can you put your hands around me like a muffler, season of grapes soaking in oak, season of crows, season of your husked voice whispering across the sheets, are you naked?  Will you touch me first?

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I put my faith in algebra. / And Wallace Stevens, of course, / / his quantum heresies, his dominion, / coffee and oranges

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