by Ellen Deitz Tucker That we do not fall betweenthe wide-spaced atoms plottingedge and surface in our world—that the world itself does not fall through us, that our bodiescan move…
JUDACULLA ROCK
The heavens mapped? The spent mind
of a wanderer mapped back upon his silent sky
The Architect Disbelieves
Priests talk about the end of time—
how all this will burn.
In Front of the Candles
It’s true: my dearest friend did not die
when I was in España
Secret Midtown Garden
The back door was my savior, leading me
To jade insertions of a picket fence
A Plague of Emmanuels
It came first to the waters. The shores thicken, nothing like life.
As It Should Be
When diverse colours in a forest blend
the greens like olive emerald lime & jade