You’d swear an egg / cracked ever so gently, the white seepage, / yolk rivered to your ears.
O Forgiveness
Category: Poetry
Admission
There’s that moon again, February moon, / moon in Pisces, Valentine’s Day moon.
A Prayer to Charlotte, in February
Dear lady / of the eight legs, dame / of dry wit and outsize determination / descend / your self-spun line / and hear us.
The Moth
Let’s drink to / what can be socketed, shadow / to wall, mouth to an ear. The moth / still on the windowsill is only / / a little death.
Grounding
I see nothing can stand beneath my feet but the solemn / and lovely earth, the molten fire within it, cirrus rags above.
How Long the Call
because (they say) my voice / was made for lullabies alone
How to Parse God
Neither God, nor God’s Manifestation in Flesh / Resembles a vending machine along the side of an untraveled road, / Almost covered in kudzu.
Hera Takes Down the Christmas Tree
My pagan hands, capable enough for this task of packing / away glass birds and painted wooden stars, / have again proven too clumsy to hang onto you. / I hear the whispers. No matter how gently / I remove the ornaments, showers of needles rush to the floor.
Three Poems
so I’ll sing what you want: counted like fathoms, / one knot at a time, ping and descend, ping and descend. / Till anchored to something barnacled. Musical. Onerous. Deep.
Psaltery & Lyre 