Select Page

Noxymoron

                    Noxymoron The paradox of New Year’s midnight Eves Is ever new and ever old because The endless carries on.  The moment cleaves The past from present in unchanging laws And also causes pasts and presents to Cleave hard together changelessly the...

The Indian Tribes Never Imagined Apollo and Artemis

The Indian Tribes Never Imagined Apollo and Artemis The dry dune grass that grows along this beach, Brevard’s broad beaches, waves in salt-wind breeze Like gods with brush wind movements as they reach To dream of sky.  They dream of shores on seas, On distant...

Stone-crafted Cyphers of Fact

Stone-crafted Cyphers of Fact   The earliest of flowers of course were doomed As flowers have always been and always will Be, destined for their petal deaths, each groomed By drought, or flood, or mold.  They wait until A fire comes by and kills them, butterflies As...

“Proud as the evening sky”

    “Proud as the evening sky” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem  While fading on the breeze of thought from one Lost memory to yet another lost, From time before our sleeping, lost or won, A notion...

Verlaine, Rimbaud, Lucien Létinois

Verlaine, Rimbaud, Lucien Létinois Verlaine’s emotions are too distant, far Removed and cleft from violets of verse He filled French veins with, each line a devoir Of sorrow, since his feelings were as terse As AK-47 rounds.  His lines Were written out like blade...