November 2005

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Poem

From the magazine:
Sparrow Trapped in the Airport

Never the bark and abalone mask
cracked by storms of a mastering god,
never the gods’ favored glamour, never
the pelagic messenger bearing orchards
in its beak, never allegory, not wisdom
or valor or cunning, much less hunger
demanding vigilance, industry, invention,
or the instinct to claim...

Poem

From the magazine:
Tablet

Epitaph the Viaduct Meat and Three.

Crayon down how it supper-called glow-belling, gloam-knelling
for appetites butterish-gold.

Cut-shape and mucilage a crepe (and crimple-paper) back-drape: of
overpass-overhang, splinch- and sunder-ditch of feeder-creek, its oaks.

Pedestal...

Poem

From the magazine:
Salvation

Finally, I gave up on obeisance,
and refused to welcome
either retribution or the tease

of sunny days. As for the can’t-be-
seen, the sum-of-all-details,
the One—oh, when it came

to salvation I was only sure
I needed to be spared
someone else’s version of it.

The small prayers...

November 2005

From this Issue

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:Sparrow Trapped in the Airport

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:Tablet

poetry-magazineFrom the magazine:Salvation

Table of Contents

From the magazine:
Sparrow Trapped in the Airport

From the magazine:
Tablet

From the magazine:
Salvation