deathlife

(dedicated to Beth Mason)

i.

How do you keep
showing up
each day, when each day
is bereavement?

How do you lift your head
at the sight of the cold and beautiful light
standing like a child
by the foot … read full post

battle-blind

(for Palm Sunday, from my upcoming project WORDS FOR THE CHURCH)

“Trample our foes
under metal-shod heel
under ramrod doctrine
and volumes of steel!”
You are, too often, in our battle-blind sight,
our war horse for nothing but wild-eyed fight.… read full post

plagued

plagued-poem

We are feeble,
dust and droplets and germs
with face masks on guard against
all the fears populating our world.
We lash out and reach out
and sometimes both at once,
not really knowing
what we do or don’t do,… read full post

woven

It’s on the days
it flashes by in feeds
that someone else has left us;
on the days
we remember
those woven into eternity,
a tapestry of the never-forgotten;
on the days
we debate over
who’s lives really matter;
on … read full post