If blank verse well-travelled, then the puritans’ words would be holding us today instead of the modernists’ cry, the bards would be vacant and the…
I have been part of the Jupiterian tastes: the coming and going, the long-standing tests, the ease of mastery and the humility it gets too…
For every fire started I’d sooner forget how I speak in a code even to myself, how you reach out to me in every set…
Poetry for prowess: let me number the days before sight takes hold, before light makes ways into this matter of import, exporting the folds of…
Lingering here still I sense that blackness lingering there will it lapse to sadness as only those reasoned to kindness know not why the bell…
Ring us evenly in this final coming, the next beginning of a fish unwinding its languidity out, its electric spin running through the waves as…
Jupiter, hear me in our infinite hour: time so completely, too sweetly soured in this Saturnian verse, our beastly powers set to the Moon, the…