An excess of
Merriment feels like something you should pay
Extra for, a judgment requiring forfeit
To balance an unforgiving scale.
Author: Angela Doll
Lost Time in a Greening Cloister
I’m still here, otherwise, if not for a surrounding grace. If not for the radiant
eye of my God. If not for thinking death is me actually being born
Eating Lobster
we closed our eyes, a brief moment, then opened them, to drop headfirst, each lobster—oh, how they folded into their selves—
The Miracles of Life are Innumerable
In a split moment
the branch of the sycamore
sheds its leaves. Therefore,
what I see is for this moment, only,
never to exist the same again.
Prophecy IV: The Path Toward Thirst
Night begins with this beheading, but also blooming:
skull-colored tuberose bleeding paradise’s sweet scent of a bird calling in an abyss
After “The Fallen Deer”
Your tail flutters like a white flag.
The half-light flattens. It’s your eye
that keeps fighting
Dream Book
This dream soil is rich with clay.
We should dig out a pond, mound up an island
at its middle, and sail hobby-boats of square sales
Orb, Floating in the Almond Groves
the sadness of it all made me believe some people are born
by contradictory value & others, by veneration
This is the Very Moment You Have
Do you hear the wren
through the thin window-glass?