Backyard Cathedral Kit
byStep One: Sweep compost of your midnights into flowerbeds. Spiral paths to the center to entice the improbable bee. Building a garden to see…
Poetry
I Trend Toward Smallness
byMy life had been collecting stones& washing them in waters I’ve never been to this placeor to that one My wish had been to…
Daughter of Downwinders, II
byIn Apache Junctionmy great uncle is stungby a small bark scorpionafter he pulls his old washing machineaway from the wall.His heart fails.His wife finds him dead…
Disambiguation With a Dead Carp on the Bank
byUnplayable tennis court, its serving boxes blue with mud and cracking paint. A hyperborean bent to the wind today. I can’t warm up to…
Hiking in the Anthropocene
byI asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep. -Kurt Vonnegut I read…
On a Clear Day
byHow quiet is Hell—how it unnerves you. Usually, panic throttles you awake but today you wake up feeling. You do not expect gentleness—you…
In My Grandfather’s House
byThere came of late an autumn eve when longing filled my heart to go to live in light, away for a while in the…
St. Martha
byfor Jennifer After Lazarus died and was raised and Christ died and was raised, Martha died. Which is more in keeping with the natural…
Letter to the Rainbow
byRed to violet and each heart-sungshade between, I beg you—consider my position. Remember how far from youI am, sitting soaked in the puddlesof this…
Glory and Her Gourd
byHow 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…