One Room

While there are still fireflies in the field, Before the field of the heavens is flittered with shooting stars, come with me Pass to this chamber of my memory the doorway is small but there are no walls – it opens on a night of crickets and barking from four fields away – there is…

From Six Years Ago

Pity me this way, O Lord: Pity me not! But take your sword And probe me deep beneath the skin That smoothly covers over sin. Spare me not for shrinking cry; I will not live until I die.