Jennifer Reeser

St. Patron’s School depends on your supportTo clothe the Native children, care for, feed,And to provide affection of the sortWe understand all human beings need. Enclosed in these white envelopes, please findDreamcatchers in a popsicle arrayOf shades, to clear the nightmares from your . . . . Continue Reading »

Devotions by timothy murphy north dakota state, 192 pages, $24.95 Not a knee is padded in Timothy Murphy’s new collection. This is no minor point, considering that knee remains for the length of the volume perpetually bent and on the floor. Like the poet himself, these ­poems—religious . . . . Continue Reading »

At Louis Armstrong Airport, Jason takesMy black-clad arm as we approach the gatesWhere no Saint Peter stands as guard, and slakesMy cheerlessness. The Czech Republic waits.My son—the one departing—jokes, and makesMe laugh through tears. “You’ve raised a missionary,”My husband says, . . . . Continue Reading »

(for my sons)One brother suffers, and another brother—and then a third—is standing by his side.This is the surest sign to any motherby which her sons can be identified.Not eyes of blue that make a sibling’s match;nor cow-licked hair that sports the same brown curl;not that they all watch films . . . . Continue Reading »

Devoid of intellect and over-rated, this topic breaks the barriers of sound— an insubstantial episode created to bring both left and right wings to the ground. . . . . Continue Reading »

Believing in the Eucharist, My faith affirmed within the Host, I welcome”with an upturned wrist, Believing in the Eucharist” These elements, to take amidst The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, Believing in the Eucharist, My faith affirmed within the Host. . . . . Continue Reading »

She’s not the special one you thought would need protection till the end. She feeds on quarrel when it’s fraught with rude clichés meant to offend. You have conceived and borne a whore who won’t defend you, on her bed. Eve’s fruit”sweet juice and rancid core” . . . . Continue Reading »

As wild and callous as you are, by rights You should be banished outside to the ditch, To pay your pen-ance in disturbing nights, Expecting to be rescued by some witch In morbid need of a familiar friend With wicked eyes and automatic claws; A master with few fineries to mend, And less respect for . . . . Continue Reading »

Encompassed at all corners by such fine a cadre of companions, knights, and flags as could be wished by any modern mistress between her piles of trashy plastic bags, take care you mind your station and your manners. As hallowed as the doe or white-faced owl; as basic as black-standard-bearing . . . . Continue Reading »