If the universe is artist all poetry is ekphrastic The only condition is your being there and being watchful of sunset brushed onto evening sky, ancient oaks sculpted into forest, elegant swoop of starlings murmuring. When mindless march to quarterly… Continue Reading →
Writer’s Block, or On Being Indecisive And Fearful When It Comes To Just About Everything So I just listened, my pen in the air, for the muse to speak from silence. A character in a movie once proclaimed “the poem… Continue Reading →
The Brazen Bard Expeditions are risky. Moonflowers unfold beauty into darkness from which stanzas of our lives flow down the page. Or not. Much too can be said in a short haiku. Or what follows may hollow that first line… Continue Reading →
Desire An impulse, light pressure to fingertips and words form and de-form. The poet, biologist of desire, seeks to discover, to understand life in the vacuum of the heart, sculpts the page, asking it the age-old, or perhaps old age… Continue Reading →
Take As Long As You Need Apparition of my dreams: forget your temptations of glory. Give up on me! Do not entice me to ascend this mountain when I cannot perceive the peak covered in cloud. Courage melts under scrutiny… Continue Reading →
Poetics A whitewater rapids of tumbling words, flowing fast and furious, threatening to crash, or a decaying tooth holding fast by its roots, refusing to give way, painstakingly extracted. A scientist interrogates the mysteries of the cosmos and determines we… Continue Reading →
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