thunder gunshot revelry
I'm looking for the medicine, love. Haven't you seen it here? The fronds quiver and the sun whispers. But I'm looking for the medicine;...
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Jan 25, 20191 min read
move
He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest...
Jan 24, 20191 min read
Doubt
There are moments I remember that even the schools of crickets are multitudinous, and that waiting for the rain makes the sun too bright....
Jan 21, 20191 min read
Conversations
Conversations with Jesus on the front porch. So many worries. That's true, he says. Everything moving by things I can't see. But perhaps,...
Jan 20, 20191 min read
damascus
I haven’t asked him for his number because now I am known, now the I-I-I am afraid, now I am up there on the raggedy cross with Christ:...
Jan 20, 20191 min read
Incantate
We’re not always looking for an ancient cadence. Sometimes the many-pistoned hum is enough. The beginning and end of every journey: our...
Jan 20, 20191 min read
a better question
In the end, I suppose the better question is: how does the ocean feel about us?
Jan 20, 20191 min read
FOLLOW ME
I emerged from my door and carried into my present moment the quivering skeleton of a whom this poem is for, a what is trying to be...
Jan 20, 20191 min read
District Porch
On the front porch of my sister’s District rowhome September reds breach the green like an early monsoon, a wave of the knowledge of...
Jan 20, 20191 min read
Sinners
The only sin is not knowing the bigger picture, and even then it’s nothing new: No one stopped the strangling fig. No one rescued Job....
Jan 20, 20191 min read
Humiliation
Faith: is when you can't remember what it is you have forgotten, but you know that it is good. Humiliation begets humility begets wisdom...
Jan 19, 20191 min read
I heard it in the rain.
How to love a long-living green, a resting place at rest. How to love a family filled with sediment and wormholes — How to love a lover...
Jan 19, 20191 min read
The Commotion
The littlest games the ego plays: what a marvelous match. And what but underbrush could burn and burn away the burdens on your back?...
Jan 19, 20191 min read
Tilting, Tilting
I watch the shadows of the morning conjoin the flat white globe of noon, I watch the swallows’ silhouette weave holy wakes above the...
Jan 17, 20191 min read
a thing of god
Assurance settles as morning mist, the exhalation of the warming earth, the churning dirt, an ungraspable above the ground. And the...
Jan 15, 20191 min read
acid rain through clay
our men are never finished our women only begin our sunset women, our people of the dusk our sadder but wiser women and all folk who...
Jan 15, 20191 min read
Samawati
I am a cross-section of the Living God the Samawati starling that’s me more like a vessel of water overlapping on itself Samawati...
Jan 11, 20191 min read
THE BEAT
A man uncomfortable with his age, at a party under a tree far older than he, said, “Couldn’t they at least change the beat once in a...
Jan 5, 20191 min read
winter
a season, a season sing to yourself a season but to your bones it is deep, deep winter
Jan 5, 20191 min read
calling all gods everywhere
Calling all gods everywhere — make yourselves useful; cease your petty quibbling and show yourselves. It has appeared that unless you...
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