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Beatrice Portinari

 eatrice Portinari In fear consume my heart.  The flames you cause Inside it and around it should spark fright Because their fierceness ought to give you pause. Be brave, though.  Let your mouth and heart find might To overcome the flame-shaped, tongue-shaped dread....

Annunciation

               Annunciation While we are still inside the womb, mites, specks Of protein, not much more, our mothers host Mere little flakes of spirit, tiny flecks Of would-be souls, each one a proto-ghost Though prescience of sweat and death we lack. This long before...

Homo Erectus

[This poem may cause some offence in some readers.  If you think you may be offended, please do not read it.]         Homo Erectus What stimulus is needed in a man To search for what Christ really wants of him? He knows already what his pulsing span Requires. Inside...

Goal!

               Goal! I wrote my love along a napkin on A restaurant table.  Others watched a match On artificial turf.  They watched brawn, And I wrote poetry, though just a smatch Of it, a sonnet meant to be about That thing men worship when they’re not Involved with...

The Last Rose of Winter

The Last Rose of Winter … November  presses on in coldness, wind And cruel light exposing death around The garden.  Life and beauty have been skinned, The greens and pinks and whitest petals browned To desolation, but one bush holds out. It holds up high its...

The Counter Tenor

    The Counter Tenor   …………..”Higher still and higher” High singing in the gothic arches high Above is asthe fan-like vaulting, spread And strong in its complexity.  That sky Of stone divisions is at one with red And gold bright...