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Instructions

Brood

Job’s wife brings coffee in the morning

Articles of Faith

Christ Is Risen

T. Elegans

Gilded

Litany for a Table of Immovable Feasts

After The Anastasis

After Prokhorova’s Saint Mark

Poems from the Archive

Stuart Devlin’s Sculpture


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Meeting-House Fire


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Against the Light


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The Present


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landscape of stony crags and green grass, an area of yellow from the sun.

He Weeps among the Clare Antiquities


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Shortnin’ Bread


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Paradise


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The Border


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[Do you remember the seraphim]


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Pontius Pilate Fugue


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Plowboy’s Bible


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In the Beginning Was the Word


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The Angel of Rain


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The Holy Fool Meets Himself on One of His Highways


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Prayer


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Habits of Invention


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Night Thoughts


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a profile that is almost back of the head of a man driving. He has curly hair and in the front of the image, you can see the blurry top of his hand on the steering wheel. Sun comes in from through the windshield and casts a glow on his face. The whole image is washed in blue and green tones like it's underwater.

Aphorisms


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Of the Body Taken In


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By Other Names


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Sometimes It’s Easy to Know What I Want


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Backyard Apotheosis


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Enormous Holdings


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A Prayer for Home


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Topographies of Easter


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The Lord Spoke to the Fish


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Impromptu Novena in September


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Longsuffering


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Recompense His Paraclete


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Field


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How the Band Becomes One Body


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Rothko


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June


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Stupid Praise


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His Purgations  


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Small Graces


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The Track in the Wilderness


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First Kiss


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A Photograph from the Hubble Telescope


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Rumspringa


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Houghton Lake


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The Reflection


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May My Right Hand Forget Me


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Near-Annunciation at Carroll’s Point


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I Stand and Knock


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How Long the Long Winter


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The Harrowing


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Anti-poetics


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Cyprian Variations


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A Quick Interpretation of the Sixth Seal


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The Window


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Madrigal Aestival


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close up of mustard seeds dangling on a dry branch, seeds in the leaves illuminated by the sun behind them.

Buried Treasure


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The Flies and the Scorpion


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Orpheus in the Garden


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it is dusk: we see water, deep maroon with black shadows crested on the underside of shelled waves,. a boat lit up with gold lights and steaming smoke into the mauve-dusky sky casts bands of gold and glittering lights on the path of the water, leaves a dark shadow behind it. the shore is a black band of shadows.

Passage


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Nostalghia


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After Hearing That a Friend Visiting Israel for the First Time Asked Her Private Tour Guide, “Where Is the Garden of Eden?”


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The Priesthood of Pediatric Heart Surgeons


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Cross of Nails


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