A vacant lot, maybe, but even such lit vacancy …
Scott Cairns
She said God. He seems to be there …
You could almost think the word synonymous …
It was when he said expansively There is …
The air is cool and is right thick with birdsong …
For near is where you’ll meet what you have wandered …
This morning the world’s white face reminds us …
You’ll need a corpse, your own or someone else’s. …
The cave itself is pleasantly austere, …
What I notice first within …
Each morning we begin again. My wife …
O Being both far distant and most near, …
A psalm of Isaak, accompanied by Jew's harp. …
And the few willing to listen demanded that we confess on television. …
Of Love’s discrete occasions, we …
Not your ordinary ice cream, though the glaze …
Your petitions—though they continue to bear …
He did not fall then, blind upon a road, …