Poetry

Horse latitudes, Mason Dixon. Tropic

Slaving captains…sometimes tried to avoid arrest by a mass drowning of every slave in the cargo.

In a dream Perpetua beheld a bronze ladder

I am lying this morning

Jesus came to Bethany, where Lazarus was, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. There they made him a supper.

fought Sunday mornings in the park below

I’m sitting here doing nothing, soaking up

Above the bluebleak priest the brightblue fisher hovers.

In this game we confess the things

November 16, 1989