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The Second Coming

The Second Coming Perversions like when violence becomes Male bravery are worst.  When honor slides To murder beaten into shape by drums, Then whitest principle on horseback rides Across the Muslim children in a ward. The Holocaust stalks from the Temple Mount And...

Burdens of Light

          Burdens of Light The silences of country life are more Like shades than sounds.  So quiet that they seem Like pastel tints in watercolors or The light beneath acanthus leaves we dream. Those silences are more like mist at dawn Above a pond than like a lack...

What’s the Good of Good?

      What’s the Good of Good? “Stylops parasitize divers other insects such as leaf hoppers, ants, bees, and wasps.  The female spend her entire life inside the body of her host, with only the tip of her bean- shaped body protruding.  She is a formless lump, having...

Come Walk Across my Heart

Come Walk Across my Heart My heart’s a fiery organ all for you. It searing strength and lightwaves are just for One.  It originated as hard blue. When you have turned it into nothing more Than fiery coal, its full intensity Will rage like solar flares if anyone Comes...

HMS Implacable

         HMS Implacable         “Because you loved me as it had to be.”            ~ Paul Verlaine in “To Arthur Rimbaud” We cherish thoughts of hearts and fate combined. We love the grand idea that lust is out Of our control like earthquakes.  Disinclined To judge...

A Wan Jesus Levitating on His Cross

A Wan Jesus Levitating on His Cross “a poet of melancholy and shadows, of a fragile and intensely personal  Catholicism, and of the springtime of love” ~ Edmund White on Paul Verlaine Petite the pieces and emotions, shades And tones—the minor mode prevailing—verse For...