When the Birds Call

When the Birds Call

You wake before the birds,      during the dark’s slow decay into the pale light of dawning day.      Your mind holds thoughts— that hold no words,      like dreams too-soon forgot. Outside, a lonesome cry,      a beckoning belief that there is more than silent...
Seaworm Speech

Seaworm Speech

I doubt his oar had ever smote the wine dark sea when Homer, or whoever, wrote The Odyssey, nor had he spent a golden hour in the garden of a god. And so the ‘epic’ reads like virginal fantasy— fetish the clever, fever of stolen power; blind the warden;...
Easter

Easter

I believe in the resurrection. With its birdsong and flowery filigree, springtime is a useful simile, but the meaning moves in only one direction. It is a life that was, and then was not: true flesh with dirt beneath the fingernails, an eye color that history has...
Notes from the Quarantine

Notes from the Quarantine

Day 1 You tell yourself that you are going to learn French. Instead you make coffee with milk and tell yourself it’s okay because they’ve yet to close the grocery stores; no need to break into the shelf-stable supplies. You tell yourself lies—that...