Then I made love to the prophetess, and she conceived and gave birth to a son. — Isaiah 8:3 His warm, coal-scarred lips grazemy breasts

Look to him and be radiant. —Psalm 34:5a Be red desert blush. Be peacock plume glanced by high-noon sun. Be moon-ring chalking winter night. Be

We praise you God, for your name is near —Psalm 75:2 In the vein-code of a leaf, hear it in the bleating of the neighbor’s

It brings me joy to report that to Scarecrows we all look the same, Evil people go to the bathroom The same way good people

In an emergency room, I satBeside a man with a pencil in his eye,He told me a joke that I don’t remember.We’re all junkyards.This is

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