There are four of us still / here cleaning, others have left / silently. My job is to wash the windows.
After the Affair, We Clean House
Beehive State
Smoke drifts westward like saints seeking / Zion, a rose in the desert. / / This faith is a dark handcart / to pull.
Something That Spoke
Something spoke, and something / / inside me answered, / and I understood none of it
Breakfast in the Early Universe
your only prayer / / is the hour singing and hanging at your neck, / until the singing and hanging / become a starless treelight dress you wear
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
Psaltery & Lyre 