Scene
By Poetry Issue 102
What angel will descend this night, will light this wire-strung alley to draw the fallen upward?
Read MoreTonight, I Travel Back to Allston Street
By Poetry Issue 102
I love you. That human line of language, three syllables and eight letters with two spaces in between.
Read MoreSilence Is Sufficient Grace
By Poetry Issue 102
Today I am going to try not knowing, learn little and get nothing out of it.
Read MoreBenediction
By Poetry Issue 102
Every time my father dies, I write a poem.
Read MoreAndy Goldsworthy’s Sticks & Stones
By Poetry Issue 102
You are alone naked in a forest, surrounded. Alone, surrounded by a live ossuary of trees, shed twig, spell of oval stone.
Read MoreIn Consequence
By Poetry Issue 102
Joyous and broken, we stared at our hands, folded, strangely unable to pray.
Read MoreMarriage
By Poetry Issue 102
There are two ways to marry: right and wrong.
Read MoreCurriculum Vitae
By Poetry Issue 102
They know the rules, and how to play the game. Their calculations yield a tidy sum.
Read MoreCustody of the Eyes
By Poetry Issue 102
Could she be leaning forward after faith, leaner for the habit of not looking, promised to the long, dry
braid of disincentive with incentive.
Walking in Circles
By Poetry Issue 102
I get lost easily, even now.
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