When the creation is told
backwards, the dark waters
slip through God’s fingers,
the spirit haplessly folds
a shapeless sea in his hands,
has a single lonely plea, let
MICRO
“When the creation is told…”
POETRY
"Gods of August (II)" and "Song for My Sister's Body"
One hangs on a cross, the other / on a plaque; one says let me save you, the other leave me save yourself:
POETRY
Two Poems by Olivia Olson
muscles / remember even in sleep / what they repeat / in daylight, over and over/ and over
POETRY
The Glory Prelude
“I was raised to be forever convinced that Glory / was the prelude to everything”
