Let every best thingfind you driving, like a phone call: able to take it. May myriadsof second chances grab you, like a package,retracted to check

Let us believe in a strong god,who makes the oceansroar and the wind crack about our ears…For we are envious of this, and tobelieve in

Three teen deer have begun of lateto make daily dusk-time stops out back,their flat flanks and thick, angled necksdepicting stumps and trunks that thenmove and

What’s woven thenin broken timesis this:a blessing from the linen stripsof lamentationpeeled Lazarus-likeoff our soulsby sisters unravellingwith gentle fingersthe binding of our separate selvesto set us loose

I want to leap like a raging fire,like the lame man who was healed,to thrill and bound with gazelles and goatson mountains and in the

We say “He” without a nameto speak of you,hear our own soundsechoed back from far awayin the monitor’s shush and fuzz. At night, I hear

3:00 am Christmas,and your newly divorcedneighbor’s trying to screwtogether the last wall of a doll housefor the four-year-old she’s finallycoaxed into sleep,when your stereo blaresElvis

after the painting “Jonah” by James Patrick Reid Ready to swallow the fallen, the sea swells. “The waters want me,” Jonah cries, running, running, always running away.

“Do not step out of this area.” —Words written on the wing the plane From this window seat sweet puffs of white disguise irregular quadrilaterals, webs of