The Absolution of Bedivere
Sit now, Thy head bowed, And, awaiting blessed benediction, pray Sweet absolve of Arthur’s stay, His bloodied head crowned. Sit, good Bedivere, as Peter thrice Denied his…
Sit now, Thy head bowed, And, awaiting blessed benediction, pray Sweet absolve of Arthur’s stay, His bloodied head crowned. Sit, good Bedivere, as Peter thrice Denied his…
Sat in the hen-house, The rooster clucks, Prior to his fulfillment of Prime “Have you ever thought about “cock-a-doodle-doo?” Saith one rooster ponderously. “How my call beckons…
Splinters of broken thought piercing my skin, Demons dancing in my head, calling names, Sharp-toothed parasites wearing me thin, Gashing into my flesh with stone that maims…
In the rhythm of the current, cool against my feet descending into deeper pools, the calls of wild geese snatch up my attention. My vision is arrested…
She just sat there listening, that was all He wanted, not heavy meals, or deep sighs Of self-martyrdom, just to hear his call Was all he asked…
I. Child Spring An impish lad. At first, he’s shy. Leaves little flowers on the lawn for bees to find and make the honey rise with the…
For P & M-A What is it in truth to love another? Surely this Of all things has been expressed, described, Repeated to exhaustion, is in…
He fled from me, left me to take the blame, They dragged me out for satisfaction, To cast their sins at scapegoat of ill fame, Readying themselves…
Ninety-nine groans tend toward death, but then one calls out for life: maybe you breathe your last breath as pain cries and groans for death; maybe you…
Waiting in the heavy heat, I look out, For my thin thread of hope, the healing Jew, Who should despise me, yet I do not doubt, That…
After Basho, Buson, and Issa I Even in the Ozark Mountains hearing the bob-white’s call, I long for the Ozarks. II The origin of sound: a frog…
I did nothing, why are you blaming me For that scabby beggar once sat outside What happened to be my gate? Why me? Burning while he stands…