I’d to see anything and everything you have on Angels, your work is beautifully written
THE ‘KEATON ST. JAMES IS ABSOLUTELY ENAMORED WITH ANGELS’ POETRY MASTERPOST
i’ve arranged the poems are in chronological order and included first lines, since there are so many pieces
texts between angels trying to live as mortals - “what is more blessed than watching / birds sing in the trees?”
trumpet concerto in e-flat major - “the saints come into heaven dizzy and scorchmark-darkened”
“one day the stars open up like flower buds”
fallen angel - “raphael comes to you in the middle of the night and says, there is not much time left, brother”
half-angel jazz - “out in the hall, the nephilim dance in their shiny church shoes”
“flowers bloom every place angels touch”
metamorphology - “in the dream i get new wings made with copper bones / and smoke feathers”
lake angels - “the angels arrive when the dawn lake-fog does”
guardian - “a six-winged angel leans against / the tennis court fence”
descend - “and the angels descend / like spears of light”
salvation - “angels ain’t just flesh & feather”
waiting - “i feel closest to the angels / when i’m in the middle / of a thunderstorm”
dictionary poem xlii - “in the beginning the lord said, let there be cosmos”
“yes you are like an angel”
fallen angel experiencing their first snow - “you first experience it while walking / back to your apartment with a paper bag / of mulled wine”
looking for god on channel 35 - “your body made of night, snow, humming”
angels and the theatre - “michael with his silver gunsmoke / bones fills up three box seats”
you meet an angel in a laundromat - “the angel sits on top / of one of the washers, kicking / their not-feet in time / to the laundromat muzak”
love that makes bones melt - “if the moon burns / like a saint”
triptych on guardian angels - “his silver-feathered hands rest / palms down on the table”
queer angels staring at the outside of heaven’s gates - “we make our own rules here. we with our / river mud wings”
angels who love humans - “as i walked down the canned & dried foods aisle, / i noticed an angel with hummingbird-feather / wings”
july in appalachia - “ma says there’s an angel in the creek out behind old mr. henry’s / shack”
