Bent by Ivan M. Granger

Bent by Ivan M. Granger Yes, seekers, do sit up, stand tall. But hear my bent secret: All saints slouch. God’s lovers …

City Fox by Ivan M. Granger

City Fox by Ivan M. Granger true native his land has grown strange about him lean with life on silent steps through …

Every Shaped Thing by Ivan M. Granger

Every Shaped Thing by Ivan M. Granger Sighing, every shaped thing turns heavenward. Your altar cannot seat the thousand thousand idols. Holding …

Rain Upcountry by Ivan M. Granger

Rain Upcountry by Ivan M. Granger Twin mares, bay brown, huddle and huff beneath the eucalyptus. Goats gather there too, sharp-eyed, waiting. …

Earth and by Ivan M. Granger

Earth and by Ivan M. Granger Yogis do not touch the earth beneath their feet. All breath and fire, they grow thin, …

Fidelity by Ivan M. Granger

Fidelity by Ivan M. Granger Beloved, do not retreat in wounded silence. You once whispered in my ear that you know even …

Trinket by Ivan M. Granger

Trinket by Ivan M. Granger Mother, you are too practical, trying to put this odd lump to good use. Melt me down. …

Medusa by Ivan M. Granger

Medusa by Ivan M. Granger Medusa says — I was wisdom once, black as night. Now they call me: monster, gorgon, hideous-faced. …

Holy Ground by Ivan M. Granger

Holy Ground by Ivan M. Granger Let the vision of the vastness you are leave you in glorious ruins. Pilgrims will come …