Poems

Hailemichael, newly blind, Heads down the street without his cane.

The new selection of the Catholic Book Club is a collection of poems about the saints.

But then they come, the slow gray monoliths.

You bet it takes a miracle to explain

metaphor is to logic what analogy is to twins

Into their once full garden that’s now/ close to barren, two ancient nuns shuffle/ along looking for a few late autumn blossoms/ to paint their lives.