The Breast I Kept
By Poetry Issue 119
Raw Colors
By Poetry Issue 119
The mountains encircled him
like elders less stern
than his father the pastor
who warned him that whatever
gave him pleasure was a sin,
even sledding…and, later, painting.
Read MoreAt the Shrine
By Poetry Issue 119
I knelt naked in the grotto west of the meditation pool—
the closest in years I’d gotten to belief. Around her feet:
cockle shells, one gold earring, a crochet-covered rock,
Read MoreOne Night in Galilee
By Poetry Issue 119
Fear not, a voice said.
And out of the voice emerged a figure.
He looked like a man
but we knew he wasn’t.
Complaint of a Brain in a Jar
By Poetry Issue 119
It isn’t sight or sound or taste I’ve missed
the most—I’d been deprived of each before—
but routine, trusty touch, which we ignore
promiscuously:
The New House
By Poetry Issue 119
First rain in the new house—
walls passed inspection, but
who knows? It’s hard to trust
in bricks. Aren’t they just cut-up
mud, lashed now by spray
from clotted gutters?
Quantum Theory
By Poetry Issue 118
I’ve been trying not to live my life / only in response to death.
Read MoreChrist Preaching
By Poetry Issue 118
I forgive the absent boy.
Read MoreCrossing Over
By Poetry Issue 118
Beyond, / the Atlantic gapes. Anonymous. / I don’t know how I’ll let you go.
Read MoreApril 23, 1945
By Poetry Issue 118
Then, slowly, we move through the gate.
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