Category Archives: poetry
And if I cried, who’d listen to me in those angelic orders? Even if one of them suddenly held me to his heart, I’d vanish in his overwhelming presence. Because beauty’s nothing but the start of terror we can hardly
Long Years apart — can make no Breach a second cannot fill — The absence of the Witch does not Invalidate the spell — Who says the absence of a Witch In-validates his spell The embers of a Thousand Years Uncovered
Two excerpts from Maggie Nelson’s book Bluets, a book on the color Blue – 52. Try, if you can, not to talk as if colors emanated from a single physical phenomenon. Keep in mind the effects of all the various surfaces,
“Wherever I turn these days, I’m looking, as from the corner of my eye, for a certain kind of poetry whose balance of dread and beauty is equal to the chaotic negations that pursue us. Amid profiteering language, commoditizing of
The Pond Night covers the pond with its wing. Under the ringed moon I can make out your face swimming among minnows and the small echoing stars. In the night air the surface of the pond is metal. _ Within,
Sci-Fi There will be no edges, but curves. Clean lines pointing only forward. History, with its hard spine & dog-eared Corners, will be replaced with nuance, Just like the dinosaurs gave way To mounds and mounds of ice.