
Poem: No Record of Wrongs
No Record of Wrongs Love does keep a record of some things— your solitary walks…
No Record of Wrongs Love does keep a record of some things— your solitary walks…
Belshazzar I never knew myself to have a Persian beard, now, This is odd, this…
Advent We have endured long in the dark. It is a burden (A magic? A…
Faking It When Cleopatra rolled Out of the rug, she thought: Don’t worry! Even if…
Kyrie Rotten fruit, rotten root. Hands up Don’t shoot. Kyrie eleison. By the waters of…
The Sacred Mundane 1 We might say with confidence that the world is a lovely…
Make of me, too, a microcosm Make of me, too, a microcosm— Merger, marry, manifest…