Frog in the Throat 

I give you turbulence, soft phonation,absolute jitter. Tadpoles in vocal folds of their father, yellow and red cross-noggins shooting in all directions from white sp

1: Hacking

This poem has been hacked into.It was meant to be a private conversation,the line made secure with end-stops.But someone cracked the code and listened in.

I hate to think how it will be re

Why was he hereFilling the roomWith light, and fearFilling her womb?What was he sayingUnder his wingsAs she was praying?Impossible things:Promise of birth,God as the father,