The Holy Mother Group Four poems exploring the tensions between individual and group, inspiration and tradition. Holy Mother, Ave. So much for me, Holy Mother. Look to your canon.
Passion is as well celebrated in the spilled as in the broken.
Ave, Holy Mother. Care for your canon. How your wine sparkles now. However devoutly engraved the silver cup, the drink too long in the chalice only slakes the thirst of a hand's breadth of the vineyard path. Of Martyring Ave, Holy Mother.