Poetry
Poem | The Wounded Angel
This happened long ago when blood / root bloomed, the dazed spring still / holding onto makeshift railings // We sloshed around winter's old fields...
Poem | Healing
They say the suffering unto health / hurts less than suffering unto death. / Those suffering don’t say this...
Poem | The Crucifixion
So isn’t it shameful that we, still unknowing, will answer with dynamite? / Monkish distraction: this quick digging the pits beneath the enormous / bearded flank,...
Two Poems | 'Resurrection' & 'I Lazarus'
Clouds floating by / Like the shapes of the dead ones / As radiant as angels / And when / I opened the earth / Their tombs were all empty...
Poem | Galileo
Prone before the archbishop, he averted his face from the / severe brocade and chasuble stained with incense and filth...
The Voice of God | Poem
says God from the bowels of the subway.... put down that gun, you need a sandwich.
Poem | Par Rum Pum Pum Pum
The time I’ve spent with asses was well spent / and taught me reticence, humility, / and reverence for their meditative lives; whereas...
Poem | Rilkean Dream
I dreamed of myself as a light following / A greater series of lights, in a particular / Pattern of circles— // A veritable sense of a spiritual...
Poem | On Nature
I, too, see God adumbrations, I, too, write / a book on love. Who, here, appears, to touch the skin. / Hundreds of thousands of square miles of lost...
Poem | We Lived
We lived in the long intolerable called God. / We seemed happy. // I don’t mean content I mean heroin happy, / donkey dentures...
Poem | Comfort & Justice
She is casting into the rafters dark rainbows / Prisms in wood—the gauzy wings glitter over moon / Through your radiant—very radiant need.
Poem | Picking Blackberries at Jubilee
What delight goes undisguised? / In the secret shade, looking up into it, / A gasping coolness startles.
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