“When the creation is told…”


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


Two Poems by Olivia Olson

muscles / remember even in sleep / what they repeat / in daylight, over and over/ and over

The Glory Prelude

“I was raised to be forever convinced that Glory / was the prelude to everything”