Poetry and the Contemporary World
Read. Write. Dream.
There's a moose sprawled on the highway as some spiritual food (pierced to its poor minnow heart) saying no to decay, exemplarily and ordinarily, in its shy way-- a knee bowed in asphalt, poor heart!-- with a fresh open cut in its side and looking about ready to die, looking skyward, 'bout ready to die in that white no-good body of hers
(2015)
Here is great musical accompaniment (if there's ever any) to the moments I feel overwhelmed by my past...as if I could still feel and...
f I were inclined to believe in angels, they'd be Caravaggio's .. ____ A volte sono con i piedi ben piantati a terra, a volte sono in...
"Strange you never knew" (Mazzy Star) (for LP) Too long ago and too far, I still see the corners of her smile curl like a puppy heart,...
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