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Beautiful Naked Women

Beautiful naked women turn up all over, 
in California they hide behind redwoods, 
in Paris they picnic on the grass. 
My doctor sends me a postcard of a plump nude

In My Father’s House | Rodello Hunter, House of Many Rooms

“Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent,” except that in this story all are innocent—innocent, and lovable, and representative of a tradition that is dying. Like Virginia Sorensen’s Where Nothing is Long…

The New Covenant

Bowed in the sacred ark on knees Of ophiolatry I have burned a virgin candleTo the desert flatness of my forehead and in curiousAttrition bent, arms stretched With spread palms down, leaving In the yet warm hardening seal Of…

The Firegiver

God, forgive my pen its trespass, And I forgive thee the sweet burning That drives it on through thy dominion.  God, if what it might encompass, If shapes of love, thy face, or being Itself are challenged in its…