February 11, 2014

Let’s Live and Show—and Be—!

It could be mother’s milk and mating—nothing more, the spoil before the storm— or else the father’s fall from grinning—grasping after rungs where money’s climbing— it […]
December 18, 2013

The Cry of Mary

1a. Tell me, fearsome fire and roaring child what wish you wish in all the stars tonight?—what smile may blossom from those olive cheeks?—what wile would […]
June 5, 2013

i cannot wait to not know

i cannot wait to not know when the laundry’s due, what’s for dinner, how to step up on a curb, and cry— or why i dream […]
June 3, 2013

Sinners’ Salve (The Way of the Cross)

the finch i see that sits upon a tree— he walks the plank, one span’s end to end— he stops and howls to the anxious wind, […]
May 28, 2013

What Carries On From Here?

a. in the beginning was a sheath of light: a nascent rainbow, at the cusp of bowing— then came the curdling cries of severed worlds, a […]
May 14, 2013

I think a poet

I think a poet sometimes is a lighthouse,— Stretching lonely on the edge of agitated waves, the light she breeds brought low— Or else, a grim […]
April 25, 2013

Death in the Dock

I have lived life egregiously, he said—hands ever clamping down the marrow—all my justices unjustified— But it is hard to sing without a tongue, you see—impossible […]
April 24, 2013

Life vs. Death

When I first read Dante, I wasn’t old enough to appreciate his theological insights. For that matter, I was not remotely knowledgeable enough to understand the […]
January 16, 2013

When I Dream

What I dream so fictionally in haste, you may assume it sense, my friend—as sure as minutes shrouding them roll bedsides in their dirge for day; […]