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…
If wine makes us dizzy and head turns elapse as time takes us, busy and dead-tired, contracts our fate, our sun, our burning secret black…
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…
The beginning of seasons, you herald new calm before, beginning, and between none. The oldest of bases, the dawning of psalms: between which I…
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…
Backwards sliding, how do you do? How can the mountains see us through when solid stone, seeker’s rock, passing cues and appalling flocks cast the…
Why do we poke at the evening with light? Still why does it seem that the dusk is contrite? Myriad eyes have seen, many teeth…
Backwards sliding, how do you do? How can the mountains see us through when solid stone, seeker’s rock, passing cues and appalling flocks cast the…
Lipped like cherubs, rung like roses: these are the lenses your case encloses. Neither half-full nor dourly sweet, nearly not spilt as a vessel…