so there was debt / and gratitude / / and duty before / ceremony
Ode to my great great grandfather’s five wives
Category: Poetry
Doxology
On my back / my ears underwater / but not / my mouth my breath tuned / / a strange subterranean –
Emergence
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.
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
Psaltery & Lyre 