Two Poems
byFeast Day There’s a patron saint for everything. Nearly all the early ones were martyred. The world has always been this bloody. St. Justus…
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…
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…
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,…
79. lynching. Circa 1920, location unknown. The arc of the moral universe is an arm span flailing in the Georgia heat and nightfall knows…
South North + West (core sample) East 1. A missed childhood in Asia couldn’t be reclaimed The Chinese characters didn’t recognize her adopted name…
Featured Photo: Harnessing Nature from Tommy Clark