The Way Across
By Poetry Issue 130
Hard to tell if this is a path at all.
The only signpost I see, I can’t read.
——Below me lie fields of barley,
uptrail the rockface rears like a dragon’s back.
One 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.
Persian Journey
By Poetry Issue 110
Is it always necessary— / I think but do not say— / for the eyes of men / to penetrate the ways of the most high?
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