If I lost you in a forest if / like a fox you went under / / ground its own earth / another world
If Loving You Was a Condition Where I Needed to Hunt Pain
On the Varieties of Religious Experience
according to some jesus is the pilot of a / pimped-out flying saucer according to / some jesus plays fiddle like a fiend / possessed
Book Review: Killing Marias, by Claudia Castro Luna
Each poem shows the reader a bright flash of an extinguished life through the journey of forty-three poems, each honoring a María murdered between now and 1993.
As Christ in the Wilderness
The grating roar of adolescence / blooming red between my legs, poppy, / the bright girdle coming out of the sky / like a halo.
Sunken Cathedral
Half the night I dream seaward / in search of resurrection
On Paul’s Letter to the Romans
When I read Norman Mailer talk about / “the swoops, spooks, starts, the masks / and snarls, the calm lucid abilities of sin” / I feel the erotics of correctness.
God as Uterus
Livid reminder of who’s in charge here. / Even the heart might seem subsidiary, going on / and on in its peripheral / metronome
Blessing for Cows
No apology / for the constancy of their eating, / / these cows.
Odd Mysteries
The newspaper headlines were all about a miraculous rowboat. / Meanwhile I was teaching kids what to do in case of bullets.
Psaltery & Lyre 