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

from a longer poem
poetry

from a longer poem

I have a job to keep and to think of being rid, as I walk to the quotidian places and faces, my shoulders heavy and ridden by webs of willowy time: never enough, a thing to forget, a thing to weave together and wonder at its tapestry and heavy-laden design. All these people, wearing cloaks … Continue reading

poetry

I have made an armistice and bound my hands together in prayer, not apart and holding to yours. No more. I have left it behind for the rolling and romping truce I have made twixt God and I. I heave in waves to solve you and dissolve your shade in the sun. The sky isn’t … Continue reading