Heaped like spring fleeces, like gold / dragon-hoarded, the waters wait for her will, / they wait to be laid down, like wine without vintage.
Two Poems
All There Is
God is like a poet, Kierkegaard once said to / the confessor’s ear of his journal
After Birth
I want to see it / splay in its glimmer bed
Safe
Light-shot. A chain of lives / Just like elephants, or midges.
Saint Ursula
Turn the ship around / for the holiness / of open water: / / your beam and mast, / magnificent.
Main Street Apartment, Grinnell, Iowa
Bed-shape all day, window by the freeway's / carnival whispering . . .
Two Flash Essays
In a lawn chair, the river so shallow and clear, a crystal ribbon stitching together the valley floor. You look down and see granite, quartz, silt, the hollow skeletons of mayflies
Owl
Late for a hike / but still I go, / headlight and hat / in pocket — the defiance / of time on a Sunday — / to dissolve myself / in bishop pine
2021 Orison Anthology Nominees
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Psaltery & Lyre 