The airy headroom, where the egg flattens, / that's where you begin.
After Easter
Stations of the Cross
My teacher handed me the coloring book / and a pack of Crayola, said stay in the lines. / / I turned the pages, flimsy kid paper, / not strong enough to hold these pictures, / / these images outlined in thick black, / Christ’s hard journey to Golgotha.
Spring, Orcas Island
Mud / / in abundance spatters every / coat. These low and lively clouds / fill the world with their scuttle
News from the Underground: Volcano Aftermath
Maybe the kingdom of / heaven curves inward, like four front teeth, gnawing
Safer
on that very dark, very icy / winter night in the woods
Angel Ordering Exiles from Paradise
He knew he would soon find / them trying to sneak back into / the garden, lusting after sweet / berries, succulent pears, jewel- / brilliant pomegranate seeds.
O Forgiveness
You’d swear an egg / cracked ever so gently, the white seepage, / yolk rivered to your ears.
Admission
There’s that moon again, February moon, / moon in Pisces, Valentine’s Day moon.
A Prayer to Charlotte, in February
Dear lady / of the eight legs, dame / of dry wit and outsize determination / descend / your self-spun line / and hear us.
Psaltery & Lyre 