Responsibility
If blank verse well-travelled, then the puritans’ words would be holding us today instead of the modernists’…
hermeticism
The King Lives
I have been part of the Jupiterian tastes: the coming and going, the long-standing tests, the ease…
Forgotten Fires
For every fire started I’d sooner forget how I speak in a code even to myself, how…
Sight, Slight, Surfeit
Poetry for prowess: let me number the days before sight takes hold, before light makes ways into…
Taught Us Entry
Lingering here still I sense that blackness lingering there will it lapse to sadness as only those…
Ring Around
Ring us evenly in this final coming, the next beginning of a fish unwinding its languidity out,…
Pulled Me Up
Jupiter, hear me in our infinite hour: time so completely, too sweetly soured in this Saturnian verse,…