Sonnets Published

Ekstasis Magazine published a new double sonnet called, “My Wife Doesn’t Like These Sonnets.” She does like them though, so I guess I’m lying to you. Read it by clicking on the picture.

A poem I wrote wound up in the liner of an album.

That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection

That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection By Gerard Manley Hopkins Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches. Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm arches, Shivelights and shadowtackle […]

Descending Theology: The Crucifixion

by Mary Karr To be crucified is first to lie down on a shaved tree, and then to have oafs stretch you out on a crossbar as if for flight, then thick spikes      fix you into place. Once the cross pops up and the pole stob sinks vertically in an earth hole perhaps at an awkward list, […]

An Embarrassment by Wendell Berry

“Do you want to ask the blessing?” “No. If you do, go ahead.” He went ahead: his prayer dressed up in Sunday clothes rose a few feet and dropped with a soft thump. If a lonely soul did ever cry out in company its true outcry to God, it would be as though at a […]

Mary Magdalene Mistakes the Gardener

Genesis 3 – John 20 Listen, I’m no mad woman. I’ve been among you,Reclined at your tables, you’ve broken my bread you dolts. It’s true: I entered the garden’s east gate andducked the bedolach boughs twisting in sinuous bark-lynch; those timbers ice-broken over winter. The footpath tangled in briars, and there I caught my foot […]

Adventures in New Testament Greek: Nous

BY SCOTT CAIRNS You could almost think the word synonymous    with mind, given our so far narrow    history, and the excessive esteem in which we have been led to hold what is,    in this case, our rightly designated    nervous systems. Little wonder then that some presume the mind itself both part    and parcel of […]

Advent Sonnet #2 – Romans 1

Romans 1:3-4 O Messiah, Your prism mysteriesHave scattered the light ‘cross my feeble eyes.In my blinking, I’ve seen the strange storiesOf how one man born can be fathered twice. Son of Man, son of Adam, David’s son:Death spread to all men because we all sinned.You, grafted in, donned our skin to be undoneLike the oven-fired […]

There was a time I could cry over books / But time has set its maggot on my tracks. Dylan Thomas 

From the Notebook:

Something I started, but haven’t been able to finish: America reclines in the shadowsStoking coals to keep off oncoming nightOh, but a few more hours til my eyelids burn;Til they droop from the dryAnd I must finally admit sleep Submit to sleepAfter dozing in my chairAfter waking with a broken postureAnd a gap in my […]