These are hard days: / the sodden sheets, robes, scapulars / are scrubbed with salt and ash / / and now need rinsing
Two Poems for St. Therese of Lisieux
Eveningtime
I will reach into the clock, my hand through it like water
Prevailing Conditions
Visions were fine enough / but it was loneliness, in fact, / that they really wanted from me.
Infinite Particular
Sometimes I forget / that he counts sparrows and hairs.
Modeh
Sometimes a sickness comes over me, / As though life itself withdraws, / And leaves behind a fragile shell
muein
disposing of wine by pouring into fire. / / Lit purple, every face lifts
A Body Made of Bees
Oh to be golden, thick / and slow with heaven.
You Cherubim
how your cerulean skin slides / across the eye, refreshes like the lid / tripped by light, sweat, wind, sex, / / or a speck of mythology settled / in the corneal bed
Notes on Sin
“One law for the Lion and the Ox is Oppression: Blake is trying to tell you one moral size does not fit all, ya’ll.”
Psaltery & Lyre 