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Human Sorrow is Pathetic

Human Sorrow is Pathetic Five years of death are not so long, although The first was black like Satan’s mind when he Was falling, Lucifer no longer.  No Light then coming from him as the spree Of darkened angels hurtled hobbled to Their doom, their eyeballs roasted by...

Art

                 Art Why photograph a fact when you can catch A nightmare, be a Jackson Pollock or A Dalí at his Druid weirdest?  Snatch A depth of fanged subconscious and then pour Some paint of guts across your canvas.  Real Is boring.  Ditch it.  Art becomes mirage...

Another World

       Another World Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem One world we know about remains unknown. It may be turgid blackness or it could Be wide with spilling light. Perhaps just bone With empty marrow...

What Understanding Does: a Pair of Sonnets

What Understanding Does:  a Pair of Sonnets Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “Son of man, can these bones live?” ~ Ezekiel 37:3 When faith is in retreat, then scripture reads More beautifully,...