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Mystics of Concord

            Mystics of Concord Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem New England thinkers mixed autumnal views With leaves from Homer, also Dante’s leaves. That blinded poet managed to suffuse The thoughts...

Wretchedness is a sacred thing. ~ Seneca

Wretchedness is a sacred thing. ~ Seneca We miss the point unless we see that pain Is holy to the Odyssey and to The Iliad.  The deepest holy vein That runs right through them is the shouting clue As loud as shrieking over loveless death. Too late to yell when...

Who Cares about Mere Language?

Who Cares about Mere Language? “Every word was once a poem.”  ~  Ralph Waldo Emerson in “The Poet.” Greek graffitos put the letter V and the letter M on walls during Greece’s occupation by Nazis.  V = Vinceremo (we will win).  M = Mussolini Merde.  Any graffitos...

Black Light was not Needed

  Black Light was not Needed I used to wear my heart a little wet With Day Glo blood, and pumping, on my sleeve, A pulse of adolescent scarlet, jet, Throb, jet in all directions.  No steel greave Protected it politely in this show. Beats warbled as a sobbing gospel...

Hotmail

          Hotmail I still remember writing words of love On notes of vellum-colored paper, rich And stiff as passion, smoother than a glove Of silk so sleek it seemed no tidy stitch Was needed.  (What has tidiness to do With steel desire?)  I still recall the cards Of...

Long Ignored Marks in her Poems

Long Ignored Marks in her Poems Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The love-vased Emily put dashes in The gnomes she gave as poetry. She packed Them full of other blooms and roots, like sin For instance,...