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 …
Seasonal Rehearsal
“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…
The Forerunner
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
an email.
Bach in Köthen
As to the hide, how long till scrapers can be set aside and chamois cloths and brushes taken up? As to stitching, how much hemp, how many holes will keep…