Glaucous

Painting by Françoise de Felice

 

A sickly smear of an old bruise
coloring the confessional
my sin is not trusting in God
my contrite heart is my sin
if I live through this bellum perpetuum
it’ll be my Maker’s doing, not mine.
I’ve nothing left but a sloppy note
stippled with day-old milk
left in archipelago on kitchen counter
and a sweltering cling of
berry-stained seersucker
girls in curls who need me,
but not this. Read More

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Noise

Painting by Marci Crawford Harnden

Brassy om fucks
With palms to prayer
Position, elevated like a promotion

Deafening silent cries in back seat
The creak of the mind, slipping Read More

New Refrain

Painting by Megan Triantafillou

Mass with mastitis
mother by marriage says we’ll go to see Mother Mary but I know you know better
drinking in the sacrament of breath…

…Symposium of spirits concentrate there,
a kiss to sustain the learning world when by day and night
it hardens,
angels martyred
only to meet the gathered light and song and with new refrain go right back IN
TO bodies as
shining epistles altering helices and species Read More

Poetry Prompt: Building Bridges 

Painting by Karen Tarlton


There’s a fun poetry prompt open over at dVerse and they’re looking for more poets to join in and share their work/engineering feats. Basically, choose two quotes from different sources (novels, poetry, children’s, genre, etc.) and use one quote for your poem’s opening and the other for the closing, then write your poem filling in the space, bridging the two ideas. (You can read my contribution, 360.) The prompt will be open until this Saturday, May 12, 1pm RMT. I hope you’ll join in! 

The Chosen Ones

Painting by Nick Andrew

Gripping wind’s reins
We weren’t supposed to love the wildness or poverty
or make a home of spruce boughs and the raw provisions of the wilderness
Set on eagle’s wings
We were supposed to taste manna as survival food, juniper berries, rich in bitters and ascorbate
Our dependence on your creation should have been a passing lesson
as we fled one oppressor to the next Read More

Holy

The Medjugorje visionary saw Mary, Mother of God hovering above the couple’s marital bed years ago, on which we now all solemnly, humorlessly — the Catholic way — procession in and toss rose petals, strategically set as the climax of this strange retreat, hosted by the couple.
“And now, without further ado…”
Blessed be this holy site! Heal me from what ails me!

Miserere Domine!*

…In a nauseous wave I’m moved to clear the air and run out of the incensed house, myrrh potpourri and Advent boughs, perfected confectioneries and stained glass donation jars, into a southern December dusk where woods laugh but take my offering: Read More

Expurgation 

Painting by Nicola Samorì

Imago Dei in utero
Induced labor sex with stranger
War begets peace and other cycling lies
Divided church enter
Traipsing cave of prevarication
As prurient stalactites drip
Precious pearly purgatory Read More