March 16, 2014

Reflections in Lent: I Can’t Imagine

I can’t imagine grieving the rainwater that runs beside the river, flowing by, or being any more a sycamore afraid to stretch— out I go, alone, […]
September 23, 2013

There is a toil on the stars

There is a toil on the stars that I could feel at bedtime some time, some childhood ago — couldn’t you? and the dotted eighth of […]
May 10, 2013

Springtime Song

The richness of a man descends, as Dew resting on unspoken buds in May; It gleans the flower from the nervous seed And urges sun for […]
February 15, 2013

When I Know

a. When I have accepted that leaves in autumn fail; and water is the way of the blue, avuncular sea, then will death be no longer […]
October 1, 2012

When it is raining

When it is raining, you can think of nothing dry and warm— Its bulbous friction wet against the crag and jagged jawline underneath those saggy eyes […]
September 25, 2012

When Chaos Curls

When chaos curls up Like toes between the feedings— And I, like calm amid a sickly storm and child Lunge with froth-corrupted lungs too dear for […]
May 24, 2012

I’m sure I’ve settled for the rain before

I’m sure I’ve settled for the rain before; and I’m sure I’ve mastered crying. I’m sure there is another slug of bourbon in the bottle. But […]