Poetry

On a Clear Day

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How quiet is Hell—how it unnerves you.  Usually, panic throttles you  awake but today you wake up feeling.   You do not expect gentleness—you…

St. Martha

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for Jennifer After Lazarus died and was raised and Christ died and was raised, Martha died. Which is more in keeping with the natural…

Glory and Her Gourd

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How do I deserve a bumblebee in my squash flower? Honey-bearers—endangered—orchestrate through pheromones and dance. And what of this squash flower? How can I believe Adam came first…