“Cormorant Lord and Other Poems” is now available! Fifteen poems about babies and burnout and debt and disability and getting broken and getting built and the Jesus in all these things (and some other things too). Made of trees and smelling of ink and available to buy right here. Also available as an e-book.
Monthly Archives: April 2017
Medication Administration
Every morning, every night
He folds his hands and holds them up
I spill out the blister packs
Scarlet pills in a scarred white cup.
I have seen that shape before
And now I find it troubles me.
Those hands held in just that way.
But I can’t place the memory.
Capsules gather in his hands
Each decoction in its turn
With names like Latin liturgies
That neither of us care to learn.
They’re meant to still his demons
Quiet the trembling in his limbs
Meant to make his visions cease
And meant to win some rest for him.
Only later on that night
When all is quiet on the floor
I remember where I’ve seen
Those hands make that shape before.
On Sunday at the altar
Patrick kneels with his hands held up
To eat, drink in that same way
Body and blood from that same cup,
He takes one like the other
Would that we all were so devout
Swallowing a mystery
For to cast a mystery out.
Poems In A Book
Insomnia-inducingly, bowel-looseningly excited to announce that Cormorant Lord and Other Poems From Under The Hebrew Sea is now available here. All the best poems from this site (and even some that aren’t) now available to carry about with you in case you see a carefree person and wish to unsettle them.
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