Poetry

Poem | Sandpiper

He flies only to scurry along another / reach of surf where he / pricks the cold for / prey smaller / than grains of prose. The freedom / to guess right is his...

Poem | Adjustment

Mighty planet Earth / orbits to order, its greenest blues / attractive, to make our / life-giving aerial envelope / lawful, obedient, singing. / It turns...

Poem | Untitled

There’s only song / because there are mountains, / because mountains distort / what we say, / and that’s / how song takes shape— / with words twisted / by hills...

Poem | The Divorce

In a small way, the foreign residents / Are rounded up—the Spartans sit and comb / Their hair, watched by the Persians from their tents— / Rationing starts...

Three Poems

“the quality of mercy” / is a fierce and terrible beauty.../ it hungers in its waiting / then consumes our darkest brokenness / even as it invites us to its table...

Poem | Raccoon

He abides near / flowing water even when it’s / underground, knowing how to ghost / across the cornfield to the least whisper of runoff...

Poem | When I Am a Middle-Aged Woman

I will wear sweatshirts with bright appliqués / Of owls, and work for Head Start. Saturdays // Will be the food bank; Sundays, church at ten. / Evenings I'll...

Poem | The Old Wall

Arch after arch set in the brick, / Rosettes along them, pebble-thick; // Draped, helmed, armed figures, scribes with scrolls, / And eagles in their leafy holes:...

Poem | Untitled

If, all of a sudden, something gets lost something I absolutely need right now— a pencil, a paper, the eraser— I survey the chaos with hapless eyes...

Poem | Eagle

She releases the earth, every dawn, opens like day and closes like night. The human highway is nothing to her, blunt in its purpose, coursing to no...

Poem | Sacred Oil

Priests— I found this outside on the pavers by the parked car, the Legacy. It may be life for the dying. It must be one of yours.

Poem | El Greco's Evangelist

Paint. Paint the soft lines / of damp cheeks across a canvas. / Paint the deep eyes, the little / hand and the orb. / Splash some color along the curve / of her...
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