Silence meant trouble, / / a brewing. I prayed for thunder.
Tornado Warning
Wavelengths
When summer releases its hold, this isn’t my place / to hunker with a knife and cards / / and watch day delay starting.
No One Can Move Me the Way that You Do,
belts out Cyndi Lauper, but it could’ve just as easily / been Saint Teresa of Avila crooning for Jesus: / nothing replaces the feeling between me and you.
2020 Orison Anthology Nominees
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Last Rites
Lord, bless the undertaker who makes the news / for burying the Boston Marathon bomber / when no one else will
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Carotenoid
a gallery opens, / a mural of trees rust and russet
Book Review: Candescent, by Linda Parsons
This is no self-pitying record of defeat, but a book of rebirth and restoration, a fact suggested by several poems’ titles: “O Forgiveness,” “Therapy Dog,” “The Art of Meditation,” “Battered Victory,” “Stand Up,” “As I Meditate,” “Learning to Glide,” and “Inner Work.” It is a book of candescent triumph.
Lessons about Light
I want to lasso the sun and drag it down / to my deathbed. A lament become / a lantern.
Psaltery & Lyre 