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The Archetypal Architecture of the Blind

The Archetypal Architecture of the Blind She lived inside a moment where her clocks Ticked out the moments but from one to three, That’s all, a very certain cube-like box Of circumscribed doctrinal certainty. For her those things like dreams are more for Freud Or...

Bulging Truth

     Bulging Truth Do not allow a man to enter through Your private door, not even if you know Him well as Christ friend Peter knew.  Christ knew Him well, though not quite well enough to know That he alone would swear he did not Know Jesus.  That of course was...

Chopin, Yet

                   Chopin, Yet Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Chopin, despite the cataract of hair, Awes, not a poser.  What he writes and plays Sings truth inside his skin.  He is the heir To honesty...

A Deaf Man Eavesdropping ~ a phrase from R. H. Blyth

A Deaf Man Eavesdropping ~ a phrase from R. H. Blyth Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Since Plato was a deaf man eavesdropping, We do not have to pay attention to That man.  Philosophy went out shopping...

The Lavender Lover in Her Throat

  The Lavender Lover in Her Throat Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  My Karen had a voice of purple parts, Or violet, when singing in her sly Range alto.  Velvet changed to gorgeous darts When Karen sang...