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Without Our Will…

    Without Our Will… Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Not even gods can separate the things Of time from timelessness, the times profane From holiness.  Our Tuesday times have wings If only we attach...

The Reader and the Writer

The Reader and the Writer The reader makes the writing what it wants To be, alive.  Until that moment it Is dead black ink.  That blackness only haunts The pages.  Then the reader’s séance, wit And trancing mind call writing from its grave. The story or the poem lives...

The Citrus Grove

The Citrus Grove Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “root and all” ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson   If you can see a perfect orange bloom, As most such blossoms are, and see them on Their darkling orange branch, and...

Reduced to Perfect Expansion — Grammar for Mystics

Reduced to Perfect Expansion — Grammar for Mystics Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem It’s quite a trap, you know, this seeing of The universe contained within a grain Of sand, the sending of a thought above...

That Deeper Calendar

That Deeper Calendar Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The songs of love live stronger than the songs Of seasons.  Lancelots and Guineveres Go singing through the souls.  Their love belongs In every age,...