Psaltery & Lyre


Dare the wish you dare to wish on morning’s last star: / That every creature be mated and warm, / every couple coupled and quickened

The Prodigal Son Makes Notes for a Eulogy and Never Mentions the Fatted Calf

I would rather lose him than remember lies. Loss is real and heavy / and as hard to carry and balance as a shuttle of slack coal

“How Do We Sense the Sensational?”

We want bright lights. / We want a voice / of god, or reason, recent studies / / roaring in our heads

Roaming Charges

I am left holding / / a fleeting scent of adornment / and shorn roots, their seep / hushed.

Two Poems

Where lime dissolved / bones, rise limestone walls, / mosaic saints

So much is yet unnamed—

the unnamed letters in the alphabet of atonement; / the bright curve that highlights shadow, and equally / the shadow that shows us the lineaments of light;

2018 Pushcart Prize Nominees

Congratulations to all of our nominees!

Two Poems

some solace when the mice chew through the rafters & open / the sky to our song

I’ve Counted Wild Branches for the Dead

I am fine by daylight. Nighttime / brings the raccoons’ nest / / ripped from its high wedge

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