Happy Fourth! If you haven’t got a copy of my new book, Gods of Water and Air, I’m offering a hefty discount on Gods of Water and Air to celebrate midsummer. This collection has prose as well — even a small play. Email me (email@example.com) to order one direct from me, for only $11.00 + shipping (135 pages — a deal!). Or you can get it from Amazon. Here’s a taste.
Prayers for the volcanoes
that need garlands when they erupt
and prayers for the freeways
you never drive them the same twice,
prayers for the buds
that look like babies’ faces
as they open next week and for the blossoms
opening their soft legs to the bees.
Prayers for everything the soul
must reluctantly or passionately kiss:
rain-running gutters, a pebble in the shoe,
the silt gritty on your ocean-washed lips.
Because what is a prayer
but a laugh that can’t be formed
in letters, but only heard
in that place that, praised, lights up.
So prayers for everywhere
that needs them.