David Wright

—after Philippians 4 I am the one who has not rejoiced, always, and again I will say, is not rejoicing....

Sweet garden, sweet tangle of herbssweet April without rains, then coming sweet basil, sweet scented fingertipssweet unfolded afternoon...

Hanging quilt and the gazes of the carved half-dozenprows of ships and this preacher, upright and upholdingthe opened and planed smooth Word of God in his lap,...

And conjectures, and offersa few ways to take downthe body, the God who carriesa taste for blood. On the altar,before him, an empty simplecross, and a purple bouquet,...