To Arm Ourselves Instead with Questions
By Interview Poetry Issue 120
What I have decided, at least for now, is that I’m not afraid of the struggle. Jacob’s struggle with the man (or angel?) is my struggle. I’m not letting go. I’m holding on for the blessing. Blessing
Read MoreMountain Plover
By Poetry Issue 120
Isle of femur. Of scapular curl. Isle of skull.
Read MoreLong Obedience in the Same Direction
By Poetry Issue 120
It’s hard not to see
everything these days as prophecy, hard
not to hear a rooster crow and not wonder
how many betrayals are underway.
Mine Own Tom Wyatt
By Poetry Issue 120
Starve, he said,
attraction’s fever, fill your mouth with prayer
instead.
Marine Forecast
By Poetry Issue 120
I breathe the meadow smell of storm-turned sea.
Read MoreChristina Beyond the Curtain
By Poetry Issue 120
how
many hours did my ear sojourn to the rhythm of her yellow tongue?
Panic Attack on the Morning of My Eighty-Third Non-birthday
By Poetry Issue 120
Death sitting bored there, yawning. All that jive.
Read MoreRecalled
By Poetry Issue 120
Had Lazarus been in hell,
surely Jesus would have left him there.
Lent 2023
By Poetry Issue 120
I will become, dust
Read MoreOn the Probability of Christ’s Delight in Our Boys Occasionally Whacking People with Their Fronds During Palm Sunday Mass
By Poetry Issue 120
Perhaps our sons are signs, agitating the distracted
to gaze at the frescos restored to the apse