“He was probably casual, might have shrugged, like it was nothing and everything all at once. But specifically — how did he look? What was he wearing?”
“Should the fall be anything but
a short one, trust that I’ve carefully prepared a soft bed
of pine needles on the ground, just in case it’s you.”
i live in the skin of starsun and gilt-edged love.
in light I lift up your sunstarry eyeless eyes.
The Memory of Ants
by Stephen Cecchini Wildflowers They sway …
“We, the people, reenact our salvation,
recollecting over matzah and merlot
the tide of events escorting us forth
from servitude to liberty; perennially imperiled,
we dismiss millennia and return to the sea”
Interview with American Poet Scott Cairns about poetry, poetics, art, the Church, and climate change
“…The world is inexpressible and what one learns to do is to hear everything as a provisional, albeit necessary involvement, of understanding. It doesn’t eclipse what’s going to be revealed next…”
Father Taylor’s Sermon
written by PAUL T. CORRIGAN Ahab runs loose The pirates chase AhabThe gods chase Ahab The whale chases Ahab Ahab chases Ahab But I say unto youYea, yea, the rope…
Like a golden lamp raised at the desert’s edge,
his fiery eyes flash from the horizon.
When I Hear That You Are Dead
I have the urge to send you