A Poem for Advent

    Listen to the poem here.       For my Mother at Advent I shall teach my children as you taught me: through patient example, gentle conduct, and shared symbols, gravid with mystery and grace. I recall how in Advents of my youth, you taught...

Flesh Becomes Word Live!

I’ll be reading from Flesh Becomes Word Wednesday evening, June 25, at 7 pm at the BonBonerie Cafe in the O’Bryonville neighborhood of Cincinnati. I hope to have some of John’s art available, too. More info from Dos Madres Press.

A poem for May

The dog days are now! Listen here. Why dogs are better than people Because they are. Because they are not cats. Because they have no theories, and never weary me with talk of rights, self- esteem, or some such metaphysical crap. Because they like the way things smell...

One More Before National Poetry Month Ends

CLICK HERE TO LISTEN Sacraments (Thank you, Andre Dubus.) School lunchboxes rarely return empty, unearthed from backpacks burdened with bruised fruit, limp crusts – the lingering refuse of schoolroom trades. Were it food alone they grew on, my children would wither...

A Poem for April

Having Crossed the Sea (Exodus 15) I have seen them, dead along the shore, their bloated faces still ripe with hate. And there was one I stopped at to kick— kick him fiercely and hard in the face the way they kicked my now dead husband who wept at making bricks...