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Zyklon B

            Zyklon B The darkness hangs so heavy it might make A sound if struck.  The darkness is like black So weighty nightmares might begin to shake If they encountered it.  Hearts might attack It.   Hearts are only hearts, though.  They are made Of  blood and...

Our Choice of Ancestors

        Our Choice of Ancestors What we think, we become.  Buddha Philippians 4:8 “Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are...

The Desert and Dementia

The Desert and Dementia “that fragmented legacy of ideas and figures, stories and histories which can be as real to us as our own more immediate past” ~ Michael Schmidt, The  First Poets The Oxyrhynchus Papyri were trapped In desert sands for half a million nights And...

Orpheus Sings

          Orpheus Sings Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “he sings to distract his shipmates from the irresistible lure of the Sirens onto the rocks” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 32 The Sirens...

Crippled Poets

          Crippled Poets Among the earliest of lines to spring And linger utterly till now are long Ones drawn from blinded eyes.  The verses sing Like prophets’ spirits which must see.  A song Of guts, the gods, and marrow-spills came out From manly depths behind the...