poetry

Anfechtung – after Rilke

As the name implies, the Holy Ghost makes me holy, me, at every shake and rattle of the brain at night, red-faced in the nothingness, sooty-eyed after fire-dreams. I awake to pray. My dreams are the desolations of an upside-down closet, inverted living room, wherever I frequent in the usual course of days and nights. … Continue reading

poetry

another excerpt

(I know I was supposed to be writing daily poems, but I was bowled over by books! Graham Greene, Flannery O’Connor, Pagnol, Amos Oz—to name a few. Here’s a couple of stanzas from a long poem I’m working on. This is from a section entitled “LOVE.”) But in his dreams he putters in another province … Continue reading

epistle, apostle
poetry

epistle, apostle

epistle, apostle these words are dross, tempest-tossed in the white wind, yet he makes his messengers winds and raises his apostles as pillars of fire. Say you are tired and He will use you anyway, whirling into columns the scraps you scatter and making spring trees from the remains of winter verse. He takes your … Continue reading