Responsibility

If blank verse well-travelled, then the puritans’ words would be holding us today instead of the modernists’…

The King Lives

I have been part of the Jupiterian tastes: the coming and going, the long-standing tests, the ease…

For every fire started I’d sooner forget how I speak in a code even to myself, how…

Doffing the pretense of yesterday’s songs, to the south do I face in the northerly sun as…

Remaining uxoric, I wince at the phase of the passing moods, the lingering praise for deeds only…

As the sun impends, a glowering foment, I anticipate these seasons with the cardinal dour: I quintuply…

No evocation of god nor holy grail can wade this emboldened maelstrom, no gale nor vocation, no…

Jupiter, hear me in our infinite hour: time so completely, too sweetly soured in this Saturnian verse,…