so there was debt / and gratitude / / and duty before / ceremony
Ode to my great great grandfather’s five wives
Doxology
On my back / my ears underwater / but not / my mouth my breath tuned / / a strange subterranean –
Emergence
In the beginning was the station:/metal axis of rails, streamlined / / tubes of genesis
Magpie Visits Saint Lucy at the Convent for Retired Nuns
Legend says it was Waxwings / that plucked out Saint Lucy’s eyes. / She still carries them around on a platter / like an offering of deviled eggs.
Every House Has its Church
On the morning / of my autistic son’s twentieth birthday / I visit bringing cake and groceries / that he will eat alone / and I wonder if his house will ever have its church.
The Humid Temptations
My father closed his word, laid down the red crayon he used to mark pages, perhaps from Leviticus, For it is the jubilee; it shall be holy unto you: you shall eat the increase thereof out of the field.
Theory of Everything
I / want a theory of everything / / a theory that begins / in one place and connects / to another like this river
After Abel
I settled into the trees to wait for God. / Bullfrogs called, GROW. GROW. / Night’s dry mists involved the air.
Jonah Complex
I am stuck / as a minnow in a child’s little bucket. / I’m being carried, sloshing, back / to someone else’s mother
Psaltery & Lyre 