All Saints’ Day

From the November 1998 Print Edition

Waiting behind burned-out jack-o’-lanterns for day to come, the saints clap their stigmata hands. They are the sun’s halo, shimmering the November air with celestial simplicity; the sky, their dried blood. By the time we wake on All Hallows,weary from our own werewolves and witches, the . . . . Continue Reading »

All Souls’ Day

From the November 1998 Print Edition

We stack the dead names of the faithful high in the incensed air, light prayers beneath them till the altar burns with words. The nave knows their smoke, remembers our memories of them. The chancel recants our absence from their lives until we live again in the space at the rail beside them, these . . . . Continue Reading »

Monthly Communion

From the October 1998 Print Edition

At church, the man touches his lover’s hand: two crisscrossed in the cross, signing symbols in unison. They are unhappy with Worship, the servings up of Christ: too scattered to soothe their weekly palates. At the potluck afterwards, they steam, recite the Last Supper like apostles replaying the . . . . Continue Reading »

Alexius and Giles

From the June/July 1998 Print Edition

We beg you,mend the ways of pretend mendicants,imposters who pose pious and pitifulon our staked-out streets.Uncover the shades of the blindwho really see, the crippled who limpselectively in rich company.Competition is keen;let’s keep the neighborhood cleanof riff-raff and . . . . Continue Reading »


From the February 1998 Print Edition

No cutie-pie cupid wings fluttering rings about the heartor head, no fancy frilly two-way arrows,or rose-colored alphabets shaped into vows;just a pretty trick of history, an early-spring wishwhen birds twittered about each other,and Roman schoolboys, for love of Juno, drew girls’ namesto . . . . Continue Reading »


From the March 1997 Print Edition

Maundy Thursday Daily dust over the jagged stair steps of toes, between the cracked skin; heels bruised by heat, small toes stoned by cobblestone. The wrong one is kneeling, sprinkling water over the wounded, a stream of fingers cleaning disciples’ feet as boils and blisters burst with new . . . . Continue Reading »