Psaltery & Lyre


Elizabeth Cranford Garcia

Resurrection Body

And when she gets it back: / will this be the body she wants? / The one smooth as mythology, before / it was flagged, pockmarked

Three Poems

so I’ll sing what you want: counted like fathoms, / one knot at a time, ping and descend, ping and descend. / Till anchored to something barnacled. Musical. Onerous. Deep.

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