He lives in infinity, and his voice is/ an octave higher than silence.
Poetry
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Hornets’ Nest
“I really feel I can touch you even in this darkness when I pray.” —War correspondent James Foley (1973—2014) from his last message to his family “Man Jack the man is, just” Gerard Manley Hopkins Recovered now enough to scrub the deck, which turned dun brown with insidious dirt and […]
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This, A Gospel
In the beginning my beginning hummed with the sound of a thousand other beginnings. Now, when I say light, I stare away from sun & into your body. If I am to be in possession of anything, I want it to be my state of witness. How difficult to see the consanguinity of rivers, one […]
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John Ashbery: The existential loneliness of a brilliant poet
What stays with me in reading Ashbery is the sense of existential loneliness beneath the linguistic play and multiple voices.
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The Peacock Pin
We pin you to the unfinished saints you leave behind.
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New Testament
I met Judas at a roof party in late October. The Ghost had warned me about the devil in the form of a man too charming to deny.
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Heritage
I have the many and bright letters of my first and middle name Irish enough to outweigh the heaviness of the thick and rich Hispanic last name I carry slumped over my golden shoulders.
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Christian Poetry v. “Christian Poetry”
How does one define Christian poetry?
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The Transgression
We all unfold as music. / Our desire appears each morning.