March 30, 2015O Holy Spiritwe did not knowhow strong you arein our dull ageuntil we saw your colorsapple reds, transparent greens,blue of truth,laid...March 16, 2015“What men truly want is peace,”Says the last one true prophet.Peace feels so like submissionGood prophets can fool most men.For the rest, there’s the hammer,Followed by a gentle tongue...March 9, 2015For him the truth is a flavor,a pulse made of nutriment,a living mountain of breath.Even pinched betweenthe fingers and released, he springsto perfect absence, beyond punishment,a...March 2, 2015You must sit down and taste. —George HerbertThat morning, Gilmore and Mary Francessacrificed a lamb for us.Gilmore said,With a cool hand,...February 23, 2015Rooster, rooster,golden coxcombwait not for the sun to rise.Crow for Peterthrough the darkness,pity him who thrice denied.Rooster,...February 9, 2015I’d been thinking of the veinsOn the back of the hand:A photo I’d seen of a womanClutching her baby in Darfur;An old man, eyes closed,Palming his forehead on the metro;...January 5-12, 2015I never saw the root of the realIn arboreal flare,Nor witnessed this man walk on water,Nor that one float in air.I sat beneath the bodhi tree;I felt my body itch....December 1, 2014
Hour of approach, hour of silence.
The brother sets down his axe in the woods.
The sister sets down her glasses on the table
and waits in the moment before prayer
that throbs from the tolling of the bell.
Shadows swallow shadows in the frigid air....November 24, 2014
There is no poem like a gravestone,
that tersely worded, lapidary tercet,
the name, the numbers, and the R.I.P.
that are the skeleton key to all biography.
Some lie embedded, trapdoors in the grass,
while others rear their monumental...November 17, 2014A large cream colored mantiscaptured me todayby a wisp of my hairnear the nape of my neck.I flitted it like a leafthat fell from the aspen tree...