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…
Featured Poetry
A Letter, Written by Hand, from Quarantine
byWhich is the hand that felled the tree that pulped the wood that made the paper that is now beneath the hand of the…
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…
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…
Two Poems
byfrom Bus North Rural night—the lights off in the distance glint like forsythia petals scattered in a parking lot. Anticipation is an act of…
What She Means When She Says God
byi. Cold damp air freezes seeds of water beside berries that failed to fall or be eaten. ii. In the clear dark I recall…
Two Poems
byThy Kingdom Come/ Thy Will be Done Hallowed be the name of thy children bagged & buried beneath snow the woman strangled in her…
Witness From Tornado Alley
byI’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
byEverything enters the bloodstream, so if you say I love you, I can bleed it out. I can bleed it out. So, too, I…
Prayer for Solid Ground
byJanuary 20, 2017 The memory isn’t old enough— its ragged edges still seep. With just a fat needle and yarn the color of sunrise,…