Poetry

Sun flickers through the trees beyond the window outside the room in which we sit all morning, talking around the table whose wooden surface quickens with shuttled light and shade, leaf shadow and sun both weaving and woven, each by each, as if the [...]

Gregor Mendel, 1857 Up the monastery walls, the brewery's yeast-scent huffles. And the dusty cat, stretched high over warm stones, swings its blunt snout this way and that, yeast-ward and monk-ward, from release to salvation. In the bright sun he [...]