Three Poems
First place goes to the last creature in line.
Four Poems by Valerie Mejer Caso
This is hurricane territory. It’s the gulf. Nobody here has body. Like me.
Four Poems
and I
am
dying as you are dying distracted, in debt
to gods of will, malice,
indifference,
sheer fathom, sheer plumb as depth
Bound for Heaven
gave the Word domaine
over the real of all things
Two Poems
Drawn to a lodestone,
your attention
is collapsing
Four Poems
The clouds spilled out from under themselves and weirded
the light into a golden range. The gold gathered our breath.
from ON FATHERS < ON DAUGHTERS: A NOVEL
Fathers all sitting for peace in the dark