To Poise an Errant Lady

Suppose he rose in his dream, not to fall down the stairs, but to beckon God with a secret prayer to poise an errant young lady. Suppose he reckons to poison the giants, maybe forever, because the falling prayer always started when he found his  glasses in his dream and he knew he could seeContinue reading “To Poise an Errant Lady”

Every Owl Howls

Only my sorcerer’s lips are left to probe our silent thoughts together. Two owls, so far in the distance you can see them only as breath in the morning air. Picture nothing arising on the horizon. Picture hand-written poems falling like leaves from an old trunk. Sentence fragments, a grammar so peculiar it describes aContinue reading “Every Owl Howls”

And they beheld Him even Him

Today is James Joyce’s birthday. It doesn’t get any better than this: When, lo, there came about them all a great brightness and they beheld the chariot wherein He stood ascend to heaven. And they beheld Him in the chariot, clothed upon in the glory of the brightness, having raiment as of the sun, fairContinue reading “And they beheld Him even Him”