Who loves the warthog? Who threw up a fence To guard that frame, that face? I found him near “Exotic Birds,” Electrifying, base — Prodigal son, whose well-stocked pen Was like his Father’s house again. The Zoo encircled both of us. paths curved as his horns had curved: Well, there are stranger Animals, By...
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After an aimless time searching for an ambiguous truth, I behold the idea incarnate. It takes the shape my mind always dreamed– a fantasy realized and released– one pale lily among rough reeds. Without reaching out to its beauty, I fall back into tangibility, leave all untouched in silence, with nothing to show for...
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She’s a beautiful girl. Red sweater, white shoes, cherub cheeks. Unsmiling eyes. The first time I saw her, I wondered if what George and Nina had said about her was true. That she’d been found on a nameless sidewalk in a blind city, swaddled in red and scraping her tender hands on the rough...
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I AM the voice of the unseen You shall never know me, Listen as my words evaporate What I say refers to nothing. All the days of life vanish Each one polishing your soul, When the last morning arrives Then you see through time. There I stand always waiting As your prayers glimpse me,...
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from the burial ground at old Copp’s Hill two clay-daubed ministers rise floating from their earthen mound flitting through the red-bricked ville fleeting in the moonlit skies their shrouds of Cotton in breadth Increase with the billowing gust their faces forgotten their breaths long ceased their bones dust but spirits robust beyond the lofty...
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You descended into hell. You plunged, razed it with your eyes – This song is in praise of you. You descended into hell in a boat with the outstretched branch of your kindness. You burned into hell You pocketed the stone of my death and flung it at the forehead of the last lake....
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Father Wallace was generally able to keep an open mind when it came to the new members of his parish, so he was surprised by the strength of the dislike he felt when he first met Jordan Sullivan. The feeling wasn’t immediate. When Father Wallace first noticed the handsome new face in the congregation,...
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