“…the way / that desire can make anything into a god.” - Mark Doty
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“Heart, unquiet thing, / I don’t want to hate anymore…” - Henri Cole
“Father, will the sun unwing me?”
“I Orpheo, I lyre. Down river, even damned / with hum, there is room for your cry in my mouth.”
Mark Doty has selected my poem for first place in the Split This Rock Poetry Contest. Sometimes I forget the poet part of my self, and then something like this comes along. Grateful.
You can read “Nocturne: Beheaded” here.
“I had to chant my own name to manifest my self.” - Christa Bell
“When I started weeping in the midst of it because / I understood you as the silence.” - Shira Erlichman
“A star has got to be perfect / before god lets it fall.” - Patricia Smith
“I too, having lost faith in language, / have placed my faith in language.”
- Terrance Hayes
“Isn’t it time to admit / we are more machinery than gods / that our house is more maze than temple…” Nick Flynn
“When you have no music, / everything becomes a form of music.” - Terrance Hayes
“Darkness is finally here, / there are birds in its mouth, and they’re singing.” - Traci Brimhall
