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Ex Nihilo is a Joke

           Ex Nihilo is a Joke Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “. . .it starts with an empty universe” ~ Stephen Fry, Cosmos, vii An empty universe is paradox. In such a boundless space there’d be no...

Silence Beyond Silence

                  Silence Beyond Silence Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The quietness; A chestnut leaf sinks Through the still water.   ~Shōhaku When all the world is hushed, the quietest sounds...

The Month of Dying Beauty

  The Month of Dying Beauty The month of dying beauty made of leaves That bleed with scarlet, crimson, and the flash Of orange, hurtful yellows and bright sheaves Of golden, sickled hay revealed a gash. A wound in present time was opened by My finding of a cache of...

Perfect Paradoxes, October’s Oxymorons

Perfect Paradoxes, October’s Oxymorons The point of fall is melancholy joy. The oranges, yellows, and the reds are breaths Of autumn but in parallel destroy. Their bright solemnity a trillion deaths Entails.  The oranges are calmly rife With gorgeouness of gloom. ...