contents

a lone
sanctuary

stairwell
climbs
up or down

wooden shelf
idol icon

divinity resides
not in a table
of contents

merewords

it's there to
the side of
masterpieces
always.
trained eyes
devour
descriptions

merewords

missing grandeur
missing communion
missing wonder

taught to
frame it
like that
squared box
andmissing

plowable all

turn
yourself
around

repeatedly repentantly

pew talk
pillow talk
plowable all

kid verse
adult verse
verse
that HokeyPokey
verse

empty waves

empty waves
echo souls


lap
empty coves
sunlight explodes
over empty
souls

knee deep
knee deep
wanting
more

empty standing
empty landing
spent.
returning
empty waves
wanting

right-of-way

leather bounded
white page
filled and
bookended.

man-u-script
stripped
rights away
albeit the
right-of-way

back of a bus

dethroned
debunked
can only
move up
from the back
of a bus

almost stared

almost famous
letters faded
unrecognizable

almost there
apexual
unrespectable

almost stared
vast galaxyed
unattainable

flickering candles

flickering candle
ablaze
in this room
illuminate only
this place

flickering candle
aglow
in this street
dancing light and seen
from space

letters line up

letters line up
in place
but space
and between
stream
flow

holy is the recipe

holy is the recipe from a soulfood stain
religion is acceptance caught in the pouring rain
truth a slowmoving train

holy is that sound off Miles' so what horn
religion is the calm amidst that famous storm
truth a fastmoving train

holy is the charge off John brown's cry
religion is complacency waving goodbye
truth is a train

sinks steal

not kindling
nor smoke.
antiflame
ablazinging

signal arose
amidst
fiercest gale
a canvas

dripping faucets
dripping dreams
sinks steal

weary horizons

faithful to
the questions
resides mystery
flowing richly
golden seas

dependent on
the answers
faith's eye
ever on
the door
weary horizons

divine water always falling

now overly
fully fed

at the table
once so
scarcely spread

appetite yielded aims
frozen just remain

bang!born again
bang!born

grace's pace
would she race.

tributaries sanctuaries
flowing towards the sea
divine water always falling

concerto grosso

concerto grosso

syncopated bows

rising to fall

sanctimoniously

deplete

to the table

to eat

hear it between

beats

in the trees

breeze

how long to see

abundantly
to be
that marquee

eventually
all filaments
fade

how long
to see
how long
to see

honked

honked
fussed
flipped off
and cussed

oh no,
is that
the pastor
in front
of us