December 2019

An arrow does its own form of singing I like to believe
this means nothing          is ever too far
from the bird that it was   I tender the dark
with a hum we cannot die in    a legion
of...

To have arrived here, weighed down with fistfuls
of calendar entries, unsuitably
boggle-eyed as if new—
so these are mountains,
there is horror, which is the subway line
where I may lay down my creed
and when will my breath stop
acidulating like this?
Exceed, said 27. In...

Not long ago the Pope decreed
that unbaptized babies would
no longer be banished to Limbo
and that their little souls languishing
there would be released
Imagine them getting the papal memo
and rising in unison   unsure
of  where to go
except up       twirling like colossal...