I watch the moon lean against the branches empty / trees wrap its curves to the scent of spring its green / rhetoric
What a Wave Is
Category: Poetry
Doubter’s Psalm
I will hear your words, O Lord, / I will sing and selah with my mouth; / I will teach, I will study, I will serve with my hands, / But in my heart, O Lord, / I will hesitate.
Ever Laboring
and still I reorder these bones you no longer need
religion
yellow. i don’t know why i need to tell you that / but i do. it was yellow and it was the color / of understanding my mortality.
Renoir’s Yarn
You won’t find a painting of his / with that title, only one corner / of a painting
Mary Looks at Northern Renaissance Madonnas
I’d rather be a Corn Goddess on a Pueblo church’s walls, / sly insertion into a conqueror’s faith
Labor
When the body / fills with tiny hooves / pressing in the early hours / before dawn
Against Blessings
How does one receive / blessings anyhow—open mouthed?
Christ-Dreams: Labor
She is having contractions, / and the Kingdom of Heaven / is splitting apart her legs.
Psaltery & Lyre 