poetry

           Scalp stripped—...

After feeling enveloped by saints who perched upon the colonnade of St. Peter’s square and were poised on pedestals under the basilica’s gleaming ceiling, as...

Last week my teeth fell out. One by one they crumpled into paper, dissolved into sand. I woke up and touched them, counting them. In Nicaragua they say that...

It seems we women must always choose between dreaming and cleaning up. Hear our visitor chide me, gently, but praise my sister, who’s rapt at whatever he says...

Shyness at the crown, it’s called, the way that certain trees stop growing at the top, an inch or two before they touch and lose top tips in others’ branches...

All they could was dance, Dance to the joy of their savior risen. Let him dance with us, they implored, After plague and death destroyed their lives And even...

A swooping hawk, Gabriel descends to a barren, unexpectant earth, his feathers a train of candles settled into a prolonged burn. Mary receives him, a haloed...

We never made it to the seven churches on those freezing Holy Thursday nights. Spring may have sprouted on the calendar but not tonight. This was no pilgrimage...

There is longing in his face, softness and the serpent’s fall in mildness, in aching, exclusion next to misery. Hands knotted of his own accord, yielding...

The feathered clouds fingering in from the west portend a downpour in a day or two, though for now they’re high and dry. The night before the battle, spies...