This collection is complete.
Poems in Trespasses Forgive Us are numbered and published beginning from one. There are 59 in total.
Red Ribbon | Dirt | Apollo's | Old Gossip | Vegas Lights - October 1st, 2017 | Dinner | The Walk | Watch | Nothing Will Take You | Canyon Deep | Typeface | Asked | Desert | Bright | Stat | Honored | Jesus Cole | Walls | Abraham of Paha Sapa | Abraham the Ruin | Sacrifice Moses | Hear Tell | News | Metis Eats | Class | Trails | Feather | Fair Ground | Choices | Sodom And | Blooming Cross | Flag | Exhibit | Ghost Worship - November 5th, 2017 | Tis of Thee | From | 40 | Born Here | Glimpses | Left Over | Come Down | Seasoning | Baucis and Philemon, Again | Captain | Buses | Fontanelle | Poetry | Chosen Separate | Glimmer | Stars | Shine | Rituals | Language | Arabesque | Grand | Da-Nah-Wah'uwsdi | Blankets | Industry | A Number
To experience the collection sequentially, you should begin from poem number 1: Red Ribbon
22: Hear Tell
When the hay is stacked in the wagon, it is done in such a way that it reaches impossibly above the base of the wagon’s height. At the top of the hay pile you can ride removed from the world. Like no one knows you’re there, you’re disappeared, out of sight. And when the work day is done, the sun treats that hay like gold as it bleeds away the light, and that hay has a smell like heaven, which you’re just below.
24: Metis Eats
A servant is forced to lay with the Master. We are the tales of the gods, for how else could we conceive of them.
26: Trails
The ruin is a natural movement. We force it. We seek it. We fear it. And we deny it.
28: Fair Ground
Tie the spirit to the fairground and charge all you can for a glimpse. Someone will steal the glimpse, and set the spirit free.
29: Choices
The desert is like an ocean we each harbor internally. We can escape to it. Jesus went to the desert. This woman crosses it with an ocean inside of her.
30: Sodom And
The hammer and the nail return. They were in poem 29 too. This poem is of Sodom and Gomorrah. Acceptance is as contextual as the time in which a story is told.
33: Exhibit
The masterwork is what dreams are made of. Dreams form your masterwork. Everyone paints.
39: Glimpses
Other poems have led us here. The food is good. And he brings her love from so many places. The bed sheets stretch out like a desert. Do we bloom?
40: Left Over
What remains is joy. Do not put this away or cast it differently. See it and consume it daily. It will not spoil.