Pine Sun-consuming needle- Leaf cluster crowned A sheath of rough wrinkle Bark that treasures red Pushing light wooded Works resinous squeeze Out of adverse climate Clenched fist of a tree     Martin Potter...

      Aftermath Dark as ink this fig on your outstretched hand what kind of offering is it please verify I can’t figure out what to do with the slumped weight of it though your voice is persuasive enough to return me to blossom could I place it with...

      Echo Chamber Women are bleeding in the back alleys, alcoves, covering their breasts and babies’ heads, working extra shifts for taxed Tampax and school vests. They smoke to forget, smoke for an excuse to leave the room, they are laughing, weeping...

      Looking An easy work of love taking minds to new vistas, easy work and simple things -- say "you are beautiful" then remixing it to a new medium -- a thing more plastic. My language is mostly verbs; it's liberal, and easy to work into its moulds...

      How to Escape and Other Theories For Mary My sister sings me to sleep from half a world beyond, and I sink into the pool of night with an earful of song. Outside, this foreign city closes and I travel to Dundalk – the Green Church, Castletown Road...

      Holy Days I took you to see churches in hot countries. You admired the architecture, peeked inside the giant ribcage but found no heart, only empty pews for empty people. Sometimes, you strolled majestically up the spine towards the altar, like a...

      Quite Contrary This was the only place she felt at peace, our Mary, in her haphazard back garden. She loved to tend it, plant things to grow, fashioned a path like rosary from stones. She rubbed slate together trying for sparks but found instead...