Please Hold

I have a big TV for streaming.

Another documentary on sacred whereabouts.

The wounded, working heart - the most

holy site I know. Its beats. Its battered truths

I try to attend, decipher, hold.

The woes of the world and of an individual life, the bounteous, raucous, overwhelming beauty of being alive - all of it, including the struggle to believe, is the subject of the poems in Dave Cavanagh's sixth collection, Please Hold. Sadness and uncertainty walk side by side with joy and humor. These poe...