Sarah Gordon: Threshold
You see them there
their arms weary with
holding the guns
withholding their fire
You see them in the light
January 6, 2020 · 1 Comment
Sarah Gordon: Acta Sanctorum
Aldhelm danced like a clown in the public square,
to win hearts, then souls, he said, and we love him
for that impish joy, that easy surrender
November 24, 2019 · Leave a comment
Sarah Gordon: Apertures: Andalusia
Outside, it’s early evening,
the bats lilt through the air
as though they are beautiful.
They are small black doors
into the dark.
September 29, 2019 · Leave a comment
