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Psaltery & Lyre

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Poetry

Two Poems

How does one leave                a home?

Paper Birch

The paper birch unscrolls sheaf / after sheaf through long wintry /       afternoons. The snow speaks glitter / / and patience.

Mirror

she stands by the wall, watching, like a doe / at the edge of a meadow, deciding, deciding—

First Mother

Having birthed, my womb is still / full of creatures. My first son / names them and names them, and calls / forth another with each new naming.

Letter to God

Sometimes, I think you put the demon inside / my esophagus so you’d have something to watch.

Stillbirth

I was born with aggressive toes / turning mother’s face / clockwise / early morning, alarm, alarm / nothing good / happens before dawn

O take and seal it

it beats, an urgent stranger at the door, / knocking

speak now forever the endless shout

this is for you, / little wee thing of ears, wee body of mouth / this burden is for you the better to hear the better to shout / this is for you

Book of Numbers

The mathematical lie is x / / My problem can’t be solved / for treasure or emptiness / much less a number /    that wobbles on a cliff

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