Poem in the First Person
Wait! Before you begin a new poem do you really want to add yet one more to the planet’s population of unread poems? Are…
Wait! Before you begin a new poem do you really want to add yet one more to the planet’s population of unread poems? Are…
1 I enter the chapel of my forehead in prostration where it is cool and dark Forehead against smooth boards eyes closed hands …
Take one step forward it all turns to light But to pour from one bottle to another step back At just the right balance…
How can we talk about love? It’s a glass tumbler full of flames, coiling up like flowing hair, tips evaporating in space, then…
How can we not admire emptiness especially when it’s pregnant with superlative Light? Explosively thrilling in its opening of …