The temple called Beautiful
At the ninth hour of prayerPeter and John, or “Jhon”as he renders it, ascendedthe stairs of the templecalled Beautiful, encounteredthere a man halt from the womb....
Lexical reverie
Now say "public library" three times fastand feel your voice give corners to the air.Now hear the funny names my son has carried:Boots and Gusto, Bips and Bixby, Mr. Sassafras...
On being asked to pray
I think once again about your brotherand sister-in-law, god-awful uncertaintyas they await the news. I almost heartheir parental oath, or nearly so since...
Ut pictura poesis, with eight-year-old
We drove past the darkened restaurant, earlysummer, having left the park. I said "Mokehouse"—inside joke and looking for his memory...
For Lovers of God Everywhere: Poems of the Christian Mystics
It’s almost a job requirement for poets: accept the fact of being far removed from mainstream artistic culture....
Shakespeare (The Illustrated and Updated Edition)
Upon learning of Bill Bryson’s new Shakespeare (The Illustrated and Updated Edition), I felt momentarily confused....
Horatian salutation
Reader, here is no know-nothingmuddle-mouth grinning till his time’s up, nor this month’s charismatic hotshot—...
Horse Latitudes: Poems
Among Ireland’s best contemporary poets, Paul Muldoon pours forth a river of words resembling (to this Midwestern reviewer, at least) not so much Joyce’s L...
Longing, Lenten
The walk back, more loss. When I open the doorit’s over, so I set to piddling: tidyend tables, check the mail, draw a bath.The restless energy finally settles...
What ever happened to the Baby Jesus?
Near chamomile and rosebud potpourria pair of porcelain camels rest, bit playersglazed and unaware of this faux Nativity.Peasant extras lift their silent, pleasing prayers...