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No Conversion Therapy

     No Conversion Therapy His eyes hold blacks that Jesus wished to be When he loomed next to Lucifer, the blacks That oceans hold beneath each night-time sea, Not surfaces but depths that only lax Hearts know.  His eyes hold feelings blacker than Unfallen angels...

Lush Blackness Outside and Inside

Lush Blackness Outside and Inside “with false compare” ~ Shakespeare, Sonnet 130 The eyes wait black, the eyebrows, too.  The hair On top waves black, thick black.  These blacks all teach That black is lovelier than yellow.  Swear By black since it is...

Roberto

                   Roberto Far, far in Costa Rica, far away My friend reads sonnets/villanelles by me. He reads so closely what these poems say That, apprehending, he reveals that he Reads deeply like a CT scan, or like An X-ray — or electron microscopes. If lines...

A Realm of Hollow Wraith-like Stars as Bells

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  the music of the spheres (160) ‘The Last Transit of Venus’ for Glass Armonica – YouTube If I could fall forever through a space We can’t imagine,...