Andy 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.
Read MoreICU, Four a.m.
By Poetry Issue 102
In the dark, everyone is kind.
Read MorePentecost
By Poetry Issue 102
Is it wrong to believe I’m due what was promised?
Read MoreDanny and Newt
By Poetry Issue 102
The hells they reproach are strewn around them like asphodel. Above, the Milky Way shines in broad daylight, a hundred billion burning strips of paper.
Read MoreRabies and Angels (Love in a Hopeless Place)
By Poetry Issue 102
c I was reeding you
see I was reading you
sí I was red in you