From the 2020 Collection "War Bread"
#warbread
Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings Expect from them and find an empty well Eat less than a ghost
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
I once found in what appeared to be cistern carved within a boulder, an owl’s wing,
Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,
One of God’s tricks is, similar to Michael Jordan, It sinks a three-pointer with 1.2 seconds left on the clock,
I saw him on the side of the road, on the side of the interstate exit… Maybe he was 18, definitely not 21… tired but not yet haggard. The moment I saw him
Formulate an agenda Make friends. Label enemies. Identify beliefs. Re-examine.
Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice
A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.
That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,
It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.
A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,
(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…
The choir of the saints is heartle… They’ve parried happiness a lifeti… seeking only the old earth, the marsh of the meek— where earnest suffering
The duration of a miracle is exactly one moment, after that you may as well be talking about what happened in the big game last night.