The King Lives
I have been part of the Jupiterian tastes: the coming and going, the long-standing tests, the ease…
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XIII. Sonnets for Dancer
If wine makes us dizzy and head turns elapse as time takes us, busy and dead-tired, contracts…
Forgotten Fires
For every fire started I’d sooner forget how I speak in a code even to myself, how…
Dawning of Psalms
The beginning of seasons, you herald new calm before, beginning, and between none. The oldest of…
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As the sun impends, a glowering foment, I anticipate these seasons with the cardinal dour: I quintuply…
Pulled Me Up
Jupiter, hear me in our infinite hour: time so completely, too sweetly soured in this Saturnian verse,…
Backsliding
Backwards sliding, how do you do? How can the mountains see us through when solid stone, seeker’s…
Third Mind
Why do we poke at the evening with light? Still why does it seem that the dusk…
Mystic River
Backwards sliding, how do you do? How can the mountains see us through when solid stone, seeker’s…
Maternal (with song)
Lipped like cherubs, rung like roses: these are the lenses your case encloses. Neither half-full nor…