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I am so wearied by the ancient weight Of my own sins, by my bad habits’ load I go…

Second Place — 2024 First Things Poetry Prize

Here is the place envy and lies Pent me behind a prison gate. Oh, happy is the humble state Of that wise man so sage he flies This wicked...

One more dead party, and, off to the sideAmong the knick-knacks and the curios,In a blue blazer you assume the poseOf one whose patterned noose is loosely tied,Of one...

Melius enim iudicavit de malis benefacere, quam mala nulla esse permittere.                                 —St. Augustine There is a kind of crypt, between This window and the window-screen, In which fine silken...