I never wrote the poem, though I wanted to, / where I wished to steal Stern’s phrase— / “the world at last a meadow”—for no reason / other than to speak again its genius and beauty
A World Not Gentle
Golgotha
I am a carrion bird circling over you: / see my flashing feathers? / I can caw / and caw
God as Urinary Tract Infection
In the night what else can you wonder / wide awake besides what a wonder, this pain?
Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Daughter, Rose, Prays the Mysteries of the Rosary
Pray the grime-coated stairway of 1 Scammel Street. Smoke-stained walls and fallen chunks of plaster. The floor we painted cheer yellow.
Best New Poets 2020
Congratulations to P&L's nominees for Best New Poets 2020!
I Am Prometheus
At my chalice-smooth fingers / bronzed as judgment trumpets, one hand / glacier-blue, the other lilies and teeth—
Book Review: More Than Watchmen at Daybreak, by Cyrus Cassells
The chapbook “More Than Watchmen at Daybreak” opens by addressing the reader as pilgrim, a traveler, one who has come from afar or is seeking a holy place.
Passion Theory
Everything sanguine. Everything / illumined to unmask our every crater, valley, plateau.
The Color of My Uncle’s Car
reflected the blue wash above Arizona, as we snaked up the sides / of Thumb’s Butte, halfway between pine hills and the sagebrush floor
Psaltery & Lyre 