My Desert Saints
By Essay Issue 111
It is said that a certain woman went to visit her sister. Before she knocked, she peeked through the curtain and witnessed something she had never seen.
Read MoreHagiography
By Poetry Issue 109
At three, I saw the shade of living light. / At eight, I was enclosed as an oblate. / The universe is an egg, I said, / and the nuns promoted me.
Read MoreLanugo
By Issue 107
A poem for Saint Wilgefortis, the bearded patron of women seeking liberation.
Read MoreManual for the Would-Be Saint
By Poetry Issue 90
The first principle: Do no harm. The second: The air calls us home. Third, we must fill the bowls of others before we drain our own wells dry. The fourth is the dark night; the fifth a subtle scent of smoke and pine. The sixth is awareness of our duties, the burnt offering of our…
Read MoreThe Wolf of Gubbio
By Poetry Issue 90
Imagine yourself an old wolf: lean and ragged, belly shrunken beneath a ribcage as bowed as a galleon’s undercarriage, shoulders broader than your painful hips, and paws the size of a lion’s. You terrify each living thing you encounter, voles and rats ducking into holes, rabbits humping their soft backs, propelled under bushes by back…
Read MoreMedieval Miniatures: Entry into Jerusalem
By Poetry Issue 60
Someone always climbs a tree When a saint arrives—half- Way marker of earth and sky: You can’t get there from here. But this is how we represent Desire for liberation, human form As flag announcing spirit through Flesh. That boy reaches for a bird or palm, The top part of the tree where branches break…
Read MoreThe Cloak of the Saint
By Poetry Issue 62
1 The cloak of the saint was filled with roses The cloak of the saint rose above the city The cloak of the saint was thrown over the back of a chair it slowly filled with a human form it was filled with the sound of wind It floated down the mountainside sheep it passed…
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