of Hunger
Canticle of the Lavender Fields
Canticle of Magdalene and the Lamp
Canticle for Magdalene’s Outcast Demons
Canticle of the March-Blooming
Canticle on Matthew 6 in Wartime
Canticle of the Naked Magdalene in Exile
Canticle of the Penitent Magdalene
Canticle for the Pilgrimage to Magdalene’s Grotto
Canticle of the Pine in Her Garden
from The Parables of Mary Magdalene
Canticle of St. Martha and the Dragon
Canticle with Shrapnel and Manna
Canticle of the Sleeping Child:
from The Parables of Mary Magdalene
Canticle of the Treasure Ship:
from The Parables of Mary Magdalene
Canticle of A
An almanac of almost and almonds, amended accounts, always askance, aslant—ah!—as chance would have it;
An atlas, at last, of aphorism and aftermath, of master, ochre, mask, and umber, all had for an anaphoric song;
An archive of lives and ghosts, haloed and half-cocked; a canticle of alpha to zed, apple to zebra, aardvark to zarf;
A gospel of asters, of ask her, of azure assurance not gone askew, an adder, an attar of roses and ashes;
A Webster’s of wishes, wordlists, of what ifs and why nots, wine cups kept ever brim full.
Canticle of Assisi Rain
An olive branch threaded with clear beads of rain.
The whole tree swagged with garlands of rain.
Fog, the same fog cowl Chiara wore,
That scarved her hair and shoulders, before, after, during the rain.
Pecking for crumbs in the gravel, fledglings
Hunch up and soften like bread in the rain.
The cypresses nod, a solemn quorum of elders,
A jury
