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The most memorable are the finals, my father on a morphine drip, burying my first dog, Sporty. According to Oxford, "goodbye" is...

Now that I have tucked you —cracked and broken, body soft— into the damp dark earth in May, the rain loosening the soil and bringing up...

Perhaps god of time is a misnomer and god is time the correct alternative since the former indicates removal from the preposition’s...

when god made me he was singing and i am finishing the song—the way birds unfeather themselves into kaleidoscopic color, cosmos creating...

A haziness obscures the horizon as I look for boats and islands on the Mediterranean Sea, or more precisely at them for no other reason...

they said carve out the pieces of you that don't fit the world offer them up to the gods for a blessing (no, a curse) (no, a snack) that...

What came first Adam’s rib or Eve’s womb? If they were not lovers but mother and son and he slithered from between her legs coiled at her...

First morning in Spain, not counting when the plane landed and we rushed language-less to find customs and our bags, I am sitting at the...

i want a word for that barefooted breathing when god sprouts out of the ground next to me in a color that only exists in may, a verb for...

Looking back, I should’ve been  an astronaut: brave, weightless  yet still attached to the ground,  the balance that would answer  all...

The god reaches down with sinewy arms like tender vines they curl around the bite-sized human He knits a garment out of honey and...

I raise my infant son and daughter, onto the barrier. We look out on a sea of chrome, southbound only, flickering into the distance. For...

The traditions recycled and passed down on an earth that forever stood still. An essence diluted to the dusty remains of some forgotten...

They sit sallow in dourness, barely a ghostfire stays illumed in the depthless height of jealous Seraphim. They are grooming nits and...

Your crescent scars the abyss where idle bodies should remain at peace. Your light torches their ambience a lightness akin to a swift...

Thinly veiled moon plays peek-a-boo between clouds; shadows dance and disappear. Trepidatiously at first, then emboldened smelling gifts...

In the quiet communion of night, stars of clarity softly indite their secrets— their arcane scriptures scribbled on the sky, a stippling...

I I go to the forest.    He waits for me there. Lofty antlers, hooves planted. I climb into his mouth    into his belly.    I light a...

The holy speech, that which is Divine Spirit, the embodied Logos, is immortal. All of nature in paragraph, as indeed the secret song of...

No way to wander away from self-meditative glow: home sweet home where path/arrival has no where to go : mating unseen & beholding in the...