I’m thankful to the good folks at Five Points (a journal I’ve admired for at least a decade or more) for publishing one of mine about growing up a church kid and the humble magic of church accoutrement. This poem is 5+ years old and has been through many iterations. Even looking at it today I see things I would tweak. So it’s especially gratifying that it’s found such a great home with Five Points.
(Also, thanks to Danielle Weeks and Jess Bryant for providing eyes on latter stages of this one)