Three Poems

First place goes to the last creature in line.

Four Poems by Valerie Mejer Caso

This is hurricane territory. It’s the gulf. Nobody here has body. Like me.

Four Poems

and I

am

dying as you are dying distracted, in debt

to gods of will, malice,

indifference,

sheer fathom, sheer plumb as depth

Bound for Heaven

gave the Word domaine

over the real of all things

Two Poems

Drawn to a lodestone,
your attention
is collapsing

Four Poems

The clouds spilled out from under themselves and weirded
the light into a golden range. The gold gathered our breath.

from ON FATHERS < ON DAUGHTERS: A NOVEL

Fathers all sitting for peace in the dark