Poetry | EcoTheo Review

Two Poems

Feast Day There’s a patron saint for everything. Nearly all the early ones were martyred. The world has always been this bloody. St. Justus…

Sonnet For the Man Lingering in the Fields One evening in the open & symmetrical fields I watched a man driving the backhoe back…

from Bus North Rural night—the lights off in the distance glint like forsythia petals scattered in a parking lot. Anticipation is an act of…

Couple with Their Heads Full of Clouds after Dali Say table, and I’ll say bread. Say cup and I’ll say wine and spoon. The…

Figure Study: Trinity Los Alamos National Laboratory, 1945 They taught them to care & not to care. The trick of battle lines & national…

i. Cold damp air freezes seeds of water beside berries that failed to fall or be eaten. ii. In the clear dark I recall…

Thy Kingdom Come/ Thy Will be Done Hallowed be the name of thy children bagged & buried beneath snow the woman strangled in her…

I’ve never seen one in person, though I’ve heard and felt plenty. I say it up front for honesty’s sake that none may say…

Everything enters the bloodstream, so if you say I love you, I can bleed it out. I can bleed it out. So, too, I…

January 20, 2017 The memory isn’t old enough— its ragged edges still seep. With just a fat needle and yarn the color of sunrise,…