Eve Recollecting the Garden

Was it your nakedness
or the knack you had

for naming I learned
to love? Crow, you whispered

and wings flapped black
as satin in the sky

Bee, and sweetness thickened
on my tongue, LionAnd something roared beneath ( Read more... )

Belief in MagicHow could I not ( Read more... )

Postcard to BaudelaireIt’s still the same, Charles ( Read more... )

The Raspberry RoomIt was solid hedge, loops of bramble and thorny ( Read more... )

The KingI went to the middle of the room and called out ( Read more... )

St Kevin and the BlackbirdAnd then there was St Kevin and the blackbird ( Read more... )

Clear NightClear night, thumb-top of a moon, a back-lit sky ( Read more... )

How I Became a SaintSome sloppy Googling at the Vatican ( Read more... )

The Poet’s Occasional AlternativeI was going to write a poem ( Read more... )

North of BostonHoarfrost coats and cuffs ( Read more... )