When under the gallows our children cried
We did not hear the world’s wrath.
For of all the peoples you selected us
For us you loved and sanctified.
For...
3AM Nign
she sang as if looking through the magnifying glass
lullaby’s every heave,
a thesis on slowing down, peeling –
each note, a pit assessing its fullness
lullaby’s underside,
hymn...