This is a step in my story
when the ragtag affiliation
of superheroes—willful, egoistic,
the extent of collateral damage
incurred during Act II
and somehow become
a Team, one one-willed saintly body.
Gathered from disparate lives:
The Conductor, self-appointed leader,
who keeps the trains
running on ...
Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry on Tuesday, April 19, 2016.
I don't know what you call the opposite of a land mine, but I found another today. I was cleaning and I found a dusty jar of kohlrabi pickles sealed in the summer just before the war. I've kept these pickles a long time—there were some days ...
Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry on Friday, April 8, 2016.
My prayer is to live
by this returning moment:
anger recognizes itself,
lays itself down
in a fresh bed
of cold soil,
giving itself back
to the original longing.
Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry on Tuesday, April 5, 2016.
Keep faith—if not always hope—
with your heart and what it holds.
Follow in momentous footfalls
the way of your particular longing
until you find your lost beloved
bound up, tangled indelibly
in the world, her fragrance
found in everything
and everything found in her.
Where you recognize her ...
Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry on Wednesday, March 30, 2016.
Lord, help me to pray
less. Help my gratitude grow
plainer, for smaller and commoner things.
Help my exaltations
dissolve into breath.
And by grace, may I make peace
where the shy wordless creature
can squeak his petitions—
small prayers for small moments
when I break off two squares of ...