some solace when the mice chew through the rafters & open / the sky to our song
Two Poems
I’ve Counted Wild Branches for the Dead
I am fine by daylight. Nighttime / brings the raccoons’ nest / / ripped from its high wedge
An Oral History of the Gods in North America: Leave the Shit Behind
More than ever, the question of religion is a crucial one for our times. The journalist Sarah Smarsh suggests that the political left is finding religion again in the United States. Inspired by her work, I decide to talk to people whose faith motivates their need for social justice.
Two Poems
every / consonant fleshed me alleluias, / furtively splintering my calico / shape
Lost Dream at 72
white-hulled, white-winged, spirit birds / becalmed in time
The Arc
For the last morning, Anne climbs the mountain with her son and a knife, imitating Abraham. She cannot be outdone in doing right. She reads the Bible and she understands it.
Love
There is nothing to be done / but kneel down, like this, and bear witness.
Two Poems
Hurts you, doesn’t it? Every last thing. / Those endings. Each page, a paper cut. / / Godx is nearer than you can imagine. / Godx is never close enough.
Words for Levitation
Can you put your hands around me like a muffler, season of grapes soaking in oak, season of crows, season of your husked voice whispering across the sheets, are you naked? Â Will you touch me first?
Psaltery & Lyre 