Three swans spin slowly on the water. I am seated / on the nearby patchy dirt and see / jagged mountains scratch up together.
Hiatus
Category: Poetry
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
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
Golgotha
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.
I Am Prometheus
At my chalice-smooth fingers / bronzed as judgment trumpets, one hand / glacier-blue, the other lilies and teeth—
Passion Theory
Everything sanguine. Everything / illumined to unmask our every crater, valley, plateau.
Psaltery & Lyre 