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Grand Canyon, North Rim

The canyon is in the pines, 
you find it there in sharps and flats, 
rush at the edge, a thousand 
improvisations of rain, needles, light fall. 

Ajalon Moon

Five kings fell when Joshua prayed first for Gibeon sun
Then moonlight in the valley of Ajalon to stay slant and 
Still beam; freeze a span of time beyond its allotted measure.  

The Home Teacher

Bishop warned Brock Hartman ahead of time. “They’ll ask for a food order.”  He opened a desk drawer and took out a binder filled with requisitions for the storehouse.  “But they have a decent income…

The Holy Ghost in Polyhymnia’s Closet

Dear Holy (one?) I hope you are home for this. 
Tell me the name of your name. For this 

I am on my knees (though I am closed 
still. Bruised.) But I have come for this.

What Happened Sunday Morning

When Danny DiLorenzo got up to speak I was thinking about how I could loosen my tie. My mother makes me wear one, and after an hour my body fights back. I stand in front…

The Holy Ghost in Melpomene’s Closet

Before the black suits, 
before the string of pearls 
you will be in your bedroom slippers, steel woolling the pans.
Your coveralls, your boots, mucking out stalls.