Sylvia Ruth

Villanelle For Our Elder Brother

give shouting that he swallowed up the moat.(the serpent he devoured and siphoned in)and that he steered the river with no boat. give singing that he made our dusk, a float.(our night become a sphere…

For Our Consummate Passover

Articles/Essays – Volume 03, No. 1

the sacrament is loosed;
the trays go as a fleet of grace
into our garnered sea
of lap and hand,
and this envoy,
this ark of my covenant
lilts over me: a gentle craft
riddled with remembrance