I’m not surprised you like white rosaries
if you’re the Virgin they say you are
we said them once by ...
this baptismal rosary’s intended
to be wound about the fingers at death
yet I found small kids had tormented
the ...
the augur is the lightning’s fowler
as he lays out traps for the storm
like an egg-robbing boy this prowler ...
these southern towns are founded on night
that’s pitiless and starless as day
nocturnal councils gather out of sight
to ...
who cares whether spirits are good or bad
they inhabit us when we are young
and demand we witness to ...
angels will never tell us their names
which they say are too marvellous for us
the truth is - names are ...
that ancestor was no exemplar -
raised at Cornwall’s vision of the mount
he took the Cross and became a Templar ...
I’ve started to live in another time -
when I’m out of the house the lights switch on
in rooms I’ve ...
the angel of history hovers
caduceus lion-head and winged
above the twin cups of the lovers
thunderstruck from knowing everything ...
guys - how do we get out of the rock
how do we escape the cave of the world
by the ...