the unnamed letters in the alphabet of atonement; / the bright curve that highlights shadow, and equally / the shadow that shows us the lineaments of light;
So much is yet unnamed—
2018 Pushcart Prize Nominees
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Two Poems
some solace when the mice chew through the rafters & open / the sky to our song
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.
Psaltery & Lyre 