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Extremes with Charles

     Extremes with Charles “Time stutters in your arms.  It expands, diaphragm pushing down and out to make room for seconds smoothing into hours.” ~ Jaime Mathis, “Blood Blister,” It Rises and Falls I now invite you each to call up in Your mind the most important...

Storm in the Friday Night Love Feast

Storm in the Friday Night Love Feast Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He raised his blue-veined wrists in notes to God The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. The last Force was to come, bolts to the...

Sweetness on the Desert Air

Sweetness on the Desert Air Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If you retreated to provincial Kent, Were banished there from London’s buzz to rot Among the hops and bees where things are meant To be...

Geoffrey Chaucer Lived on Vellum When the Dukes Had Died

Geoffrey Chaucer Lived on Vellum When the Dukes Had Died “By 1386 he had written more than half of his poetry, a body of work sufficient to establish him as the greatest English writer before Shakespeare….  He wrote not for hire or on command or, most...

Entropy

                Entropy When all my poetry is mixed with death And washed away in that encroaching tide, The memory of the man who breathed my breath Will be forgotten even more.  The glide To blankness is implacable . . .  and so No person will recall the lines or...