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.
and still I reorder these bones you no longer need
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.
My world cracked open in fourth grade when we learned our planets. In college, when my chemistry professor said, “Sometimes I wish I had studied astronomy instead of chemistry,” my universe expanded again. Moments like these are precious. The poems in Mary Peelen’s Quantum Heresies offer a similar shattering-of-the known-world effect.
You won’t find a painting of his / with that title, only one corner / of a painting
I’d rather be a Corn Goddess on a Pueblo church’s walls, / sly insertion into a conqueror’s faith
When the body / fills with tiny hooves / pressing in the early hours / before dawn
How does one receive / blessings anyhow—open mouthed?
Mosaic of the Dark is drenched in metaphor, mystery, and prayer. Dordal, in her acquired wisdom, has produced a book of poetry that transcends a woman’s story to become a spiritual awakening.