Glory be
Glory be to the street One-Cent walked through night snow with reporter pad to the fire building, the Bible woman with the knife in her fist, the cop car huddle,... Read more.
Ox
Hambone turns like an ox plowing, his shoulder heavier than all the planets, his head full of Cosmos, skin furrow of blue sky, eye light as if achafed, as if afevered,... Read more.
Thank
Thank the animal, hunted, slain. Thank the concrete sidewalk, the dirt-orange brick wall, the kitchen floor water bug. Thank the mother of many who, in school hours,... Read more.
After Reading “State of Relax” by Eileen Myles
"Cows kissing goats"— Bible-immersed —I see lions bedding with lambs. Calliope of poem,lustful, subtle —nation un-uniting itselfand sighing,postcoital. Nebraska... Read more.
Communion of Saints
Under the red Christmas tree,she arranges a communion of saints.In the DMV line,a communion of saints: two teenagers in love.A communion of saints,electric with... Read more.
Audrey in Confession
Bless me, Father. I can’t conceive.I am barren as gum-spotted sidewalk cement.Forlorn in my failure to transubstantiate cells.Wombed guilty in my shadow-shivering,wombed... Read more.
