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On Waves of Song

On Waves of Song Relief comes in as slowly as a tideOn gentle coasts but feels as urgent asThe tidal bore up Severn. Hope had diedUntil you spoke and now I feel like jazzIs jiving in my bones. The slowness cameBecause my heart was made of numbness, soMy blood required...

Heavenly Bodies: We Made Night & Slept Separated After All

Heavenly Bodies: We Made Night & Slept Separated After All   The night we made was everything but dark. I put my surging galaxies inside You.  Both of us thought twilight was too stark So we created moons  — moons growing wide. A full moon that we made was not...

The Island of the Dead

          The Island of the Dead I sail to see the island of the dead. A stillness emanates from it across Its mist of waves. This quietude is spread...

“And All the Sons of God Shouted for Joy”

α — The first letter of the Greek alphabet “And all the sons of God shouted for joy” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The memory of you rinses even light. Though clouds today add gray to sky...