Unto Us a Book
Google Alert: Catholic Arts Today
The good people at the Benedict XVI Institute for Sacred Music and Divine Worship could not help but cast a curious eye on the strange and shadowy world of Catholic art, and for whatever reason, they saw fit to take note of my little poem “Leaving.” I’m tickled pink.
Two Short Poems about (Post) Modern Philosophy
On Trying to Read Heidegger’s Being and Time
What is worth noting about such rarefied
reasoning is that so much needs to be clarified.
Deconstruct This
How high he climbed up a tree
in his study Of Grammatology!
Three Very Short Poems about Scenes from Scripture
In the Days of Noah
Because of our sins, the antediluvial
age gave way to one more pluvial.
Tithe—Or Else!!
If you don’t, you’ll fear a
finish like Ananias and Sapphira.
What About Some Fresh Towels?
What’s worst,” they said to Moses,
”After the thirst, is the hyperhidrosis.”
Two Short Poems about Morphemes, Bound and Unbound
Lament for an Augment
My favorite juice to drink
is Cran-Raspberry,
but if asked what I think
of the capitals and hyphen,
I would take my pen,
affix a Yuk! and gasp, Very!
Amidst Endings and Beginnings
For that first, lost syllable, the word sample
is an excellent example of aphesis,
not unlike apocope, when Mrs. (old, ample)
is remade (please don’t laugh) a Miss.
Five Short Poems about the Sixth Commandment
By Their Silence or a Certain Anxious Patter
For the observant boniface
Adultery is commonplace.
At a Motel Near the Airport
As one fly said to the other on a strip of glue,
“Nice place you picked for our rendezvous!”
Again the End of Him
She knew it had to be a con
when he said, “I’ll call anon!”
Always More to the Story
Re: their daughter and the groom,
Dad had a shrewd sense
of just who had screwed whom.
Mom tried to show prudence.
She Herself Enjoyed a Glass of Wine
But every date they’d had so far was a vinous
affair of inebriated intimacy—a big minus.
“impactful”
Al Michaels just said it during the Super Bowl pre-game. I guess it’s here to stay.
Caraway in the News
What the Sky Lacks investigates the similarities and differences of disparate places. Between the cold, flat plains of North Dakota and the foothills and rivers of the inland northwest, these poems explore the dynamics of habitation: what it takes to live in a place, to be in a place, and to be from a place.