The Migration of Robert Hass’s Poetry
The summer before my senior year of college, a friend from my hometown threw a
massive party, the only purpose of which was to gather as many of our classmates
as possible from
Psalms for Ferguson| BlackLivesMatter
Loving God, at such a troubled time we turn to you. We lament the senseless
deaths of Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice and so many others and the pain
that their parents,
The Discovery Itself Calls forth Further Quests
“Around the throne of God, where all the angels read perfectly, there are no
critics—there is no need for them.” –Randall Jarrell
American culture tends to harbor little love for the critic.
Psalms for Ferguson | Ad(vent) Nauseum
I.
The womb-waters of creation dance at the emergence, an archipelago of cells
drawing together as island of flesh. Drowned in amniotic fluid, the growing
assemblage that is the human embryo does not
Some days are an empty bolt…
Some days are an empty bolt, flat and brown, and everything’s unfurled. If you
stand out on the balcony, the wings of pigeons will tip you. My own tux is thick
as