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No Unholy Exhalation

 No Unholy Exhalation   Religious people don’t know how to breathe Because they’ve chosen not to breathe, not To let the world in, unlike those who breathe Both in and out. They breathe out only, hot Breath only, never any cooler air Or dryer air. ...

They More Royal than Her Majesty

They More Royal than Her Majesty Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The orange grove is far from shrouded with The fragrance of the orange blooms. They Are wrapped in rhapsody of bees.  The myth Is nectar,...

The True God

The True God 1 John 4:8 Do you desire to ruin God?  Then turn Him to abstraction.  Say that he is love Instead of Lover.  Lovers want to burn Us, brand us, mark us, lift us up above With tongs of passion, fill us overspilled With liquid life, or send us spinning...

Epic Similes as Nectar Among Thorns

Epic Similes as Nectar Among Thorns “A poem of any length neither can be, nor ought to be, all poetry.”  ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Biographia Litteraria “ ‘Why did the whole Greek world exult over the combat scenes in the Iliad?’ asks Friedrich Nietzsche. We modern...

Semana Santa in Sevilla

    Semana Santa in Sevilla Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Flamenco singing calls for death to come. Death lives forever, stubborn, in Seville. In Holy Week the living, nearly numb From saints and...

Hard and Soft

              Hard and Soft The virgin wearing her mantilla for Her crinoline bewitches men along The street.  They feel their semen soar Among their ribs.  They hear her silent song Commencing from her masklike face that turns To left and right but looks at none of...