After Hopkins
Only as time do I breathe
spindly branches
in
fall’s hoped inscapements.
Our hands,
feathered veins,
inhale ichor and
work with Cain.
Like life
in another
garden’s fall do I dread
Trevor Logan
Trevor Logan is a stay-at-home dad in Lexington, Kentucky.
A Review of Christian Wiman’s “My Bright Abyss”
“When I woke, the ground was moist about me, and my track to the grave was
growing a quicksand.” — George MacDonald, Lilith
Why does the poet suffer? Watch, look, see her longwinded thoughts
DBH’s “The Devil and Pierre Gernet”: A Pendulation of Spirit
“He can make the proudest spirits stoop, and cry out with Julian the Apostate,
Vicisti, Galilcœe; or with Apollo’s priest in Chrysostom, O cœlum! O terra! unde
hostis hic?
-Robert Burton,Anatomy