The Statue of the Virgin at Granard Speaks
O sun,
centre of our foolish dance,
burning heart of stone,
molten mother of us all,
hear me and have pity.
Month: September 2019
Marginalia VI
Animal femurs
ascribed to saints
Skeleton Sister (an original work)
when I lift my arms to reach a vase,
she extends both ligaments up to yawn
in the sterile light of our father’s home.
Eve Remembering
I tore from a limb fruit that had lost its green.
My hands were warmed by the heat of an apple
Fire red and humming.
Magdalene—The Seven Devils
“Mary, called Magdalene, from whom seven devils had been cast out”
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I tell my father about the way
I collect small things
in the sacs of my heart—
Poetry Rec: Elegy for My Mother’s Ex-Boyfriend
Let it be said
that Tim’s year was divided
into two seasons: sneakers
and flip-flops
pure acetylene 