The St Francis Series, #7

of the birds in your hand and the hares at your feet you’ll stroke only them and i, alone, crave only to touch only … More

Sisters

Sisters if i were but a sister of mercy i’d have no disgrace in this death of bed if i … More

Bird in mouth

their mouths open,the transoms beg,they await the weep-weep of wingsthrough their lipsthe murmur,the tip-tap trace of love on one’s lip.

Jesus flies a kite

I has found that goat with the leech on his throat Among the pines at lean in the treeline: There … More