Crux of the problem:
your so-so soteriology
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The Poet Cloaks the Dagger
Did he say what I think he said?
My Love the Land of Milk and Honey
Powdered pale, her dusted freckles
She’s at her best in the slanting light
Long Green
Too long
Don’t even try
Yellow
Arrowhead God
Wedging His way
into our world
The cross pictured above, by the artist Filip Moroder-Doss, adorns the foremost wall of the Sacramentskerk in Nijmegen. My workday begins in prayer before it. For an extended meditation, see “Cross Purposes” in the May 3, 2013, Commonweal.
The Pass Is Closed
Even all the police
can do
is bear the weight
of flakes
SIX STRATEGIES OF DEEP SLEEP
Or were they sick tragedies,
holing up in your
blue-blown, shell-shocked
shanty?
Broken wing of the heart, and other poems
ADAM AFTER THE FALL
Can’t wait to get started
BROKEN WING OF THE HEART
Even when I don’t use it, I feel it
O CHILDREN FRUIT OF THE MARRIAGE BED
sharp harvest of desire
and seed of waking worry
CORNDOG AT THE LAISSEZ-FAIRE
Sure
have at it
do it your way
IF YOU PUT A GUN IN THE HAND OF A CRAZY MAN
SO SORRY
So sorry to have saddled you
with my lost looks
a sinewy
Mr. Bones dancing
jaw jutting
the scandalous perversity
of his grin
a disgrace
IF GOD WERE GOD
of course He’d come down.
You don’t think He’d let things
go on this way?
Utrecht Journal 