your only prayer / / is the hour singing and hanging at your neck, / until the singing and hanging / become a starless treelight dress you wear
Breakfast in the Early Universe
Life-Changing Magic
"I’m not asking for a handout. Fair deal. Cash on wood. I’ll do you a trick. One trick. Life-changing magic, I promise."
ORAL HISTORY OF THE GODS: An interlude on the unbearable cynicism of institutions
And perhaps we create the sacred not by putting our trust in the institutions that are supposed to guard it, but by demanding that these institutions relentlessly revise themselves toward the sacred.
Preach OR My Mama’s got her GED & Gifted Me Existentialism & Human Emotion at Sixteen
Church is only open on Sunday.
St. Cocaine of Lines, St. Anisette, St. Marijuana, St. Horse
My mother owned a cauldron so rusted, nothing could live in it. / / Sometimes, I swore, I could feel the sharp tips of the orange crescent moon.
Parable of Ruminants
Who among you will dispute? / close affinity between Ruminants and Pachyderms
Elegy for the Lost Carry-On
When I lament the bag trapped somewhere / in the bowels of Heathrow’s Terminal 5 / / The agent asks is any of it irreplaceable?
Heat Storm
When the thunder / cracked above / and God poured water / upon the earth
Hair Narratives
It’s the young French father’s longer arms / that first reach their daughter’s hair / in which her clasp is tangled.
Psaltery & Lyre 