Lightness, sightless.

O! A lightness, sightless and bold: oh, its tightness in these moments foretold. How did I do?…

Responsibility

If blank verse well-travelled, then the puritans’ words would be holding us today instead of the modernists’…

For every fire started I’d sooner forget how I speak in a code even to myself, how…

Poetry for prowess: let me number the days before sight takes hold, before light makes ways into…

Doffing the pretense of yesterday’s songs, to the south do I face in the northerly sun as…

Each gulp of death casts its moment deep into gullies, gaps like torrents easing into place; appeasing this…

Rising again from your cool, dank succor: may we celebrate what leaves if you weather these barren…

You were in the arms of another, or in the other? They merged then, the eyes of…