Sonnets for Dancer XXXIII
How you were, How we might, the sooner it starts, the later the night when that appregio descends,…
How you were, How we might, the sooner it starts, the later the night when that appregio descends,…
Our invisible machinations march through the hours, thinking of nothing so that nothing might become of my…
What did we lose in those primordial moments tossed in sarmassation, living in a glass house? I…
Spied me standing here, unaware of those precious neologisms that your baby clutches like you do handrails…
No words tonight– quiet, no sound, no light, nowhere bound, come with me–step light without ground. Wet,…
Agnyte, like yellowing eyes half- shut-up with jaundiced doubt, I turn back to you as one waif…