by Jahni Delmonico


Hill Sermon


Following the grey highway, straight as a dog’s tongue, cutting between masses of old, religious hills.

The hills and sky in argument, scraping borders with sharp, wild bushes and irresolute trees.

“When Christ awoke entombed, he pressed himself into the damp & naked earth which swallowed him and became immortal.”

“Buried” synonymous with “renewed.”
He hears the shifting wooden floors, pausing rabbits, cars breathing speed.  He pushes up rocky crosses and weaves together the roots of timeless sprouting billboards.


Imagined Scenario


A shining, jittery piece of blue

Crazy bird from open sky

Flew in, placed its

Ungatherable heartbeat

Right between my facets

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