Sanctum Sanctorum

“Brass rings with echoes / showers heavy metal petals / its peals throw below / all notice of the chaos of / this village where none / atone for sins…”


“Taught as we were then / to end every / prayer with an amen, children caught in this / troubling ritual, trembling ever since— / against memory / with lips…”

Across the Frozen Continent

“Across the frozen continent / whispers laden with burdens throw / without remorse fading portents / over snow tongues of coal below / will reveal tomorrow, secrets / winter’s opportunistic…”


“Spitting spirits into vessels / of brass, better tell those Babylonians not / to let it crack, not to go back / on that promise wise Solomon had…”