Heroin Ghazal
byGrowth has lifted the county that buried sunflower seedsdeep into the flesh of every body, buried, sprouting seeds uncurling green as a smile, and…
Spring Issue
God’s Silence
byAfter a long time, we spoke in the same tongue. Should I move on, I asked God and God replied, You do not seem…
Mandala
byI am glued to the interior of my thoughts. A shredded ballerina figurine dipped in gold. Trees, water, sky. Autumn. Spring. Autumn. Outside, reality…
Two Poems
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The Horse Chestnut Is About To Go Extinct in Europe. In North America, we’ve already lost half of our bird population. The meadowlark, I’ve…
Mother Earth’s Easter Address
byI am the trees, am the bodily matter of my son, the god-man who climbed one, died, and came down. I’m the dirt of…
Headwaters
byBelieve me, we have met our obligations, made ourselves into terrain, behaved like rivers between hills, let sediment settle, warm, fertile, into our beds,…
After the Ascension
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] No one wanted to look at each other. No one wanted to speak, to be the first to speak. But we had to….
The Lion-Lambed Earth
by[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] In W.S. Merwin’s inaugural address as United States Poet Laureate, he quoted his life-long hero, William Blake, who said, “To the eyes of…
Three Poems
bySudan -For the last male white rhino Today is new year in Antarctica, so I found a rib bone in a bookshelf. The death…
Heed The Hollow
byThe initial idea for Heed the Hollow came after I left the South. I had moved to Ann Arbor, Michigan for graduate school, and…