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Pyrostegia venusta

               Pyrostegia venusta Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  He sometimes thinks he has a flame vine heart But maybe that is just hyperbole. His heart is only overgrown, each part Of its outside,...

“Adieu, adieu, adieu.  Remember me.”

“Adieu, adieu, adieu.  Remember me.” Hamlet, Act I, sc, v, 98 Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  If you were ghost and I were ghost with you, Would specter mouths be tempted, bringing lips...

Portent, Almost Would-be Love

   Portent, Almost Would-be Love Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Another wind is blowing on the side Where you are, signalling silently and straight. On my side, here, the curving breezes glide And you...

Many Meanings and the Two-way Mirror

Many Meanings and the Two-way Mirror Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  On double sides of language we can find Some truth and maybe even both at once. The truth, though, is that faiths are always blind In...

Brown and Pink

            Brown and Pink The bracken, as life does, has turned to rust. They make their way up through it, rustling through The brown.  They need to find a way to thrust In love — or something like it.  He shoves spew Inside pink guts once they are over hill...

Laid Out Not for You to See

   Laid Out Not for You to See   The cameras cannot call up fingertip Of touch no matter what the Canon lens, Of kiss, a red caress.  Ohhh, linger lip On satin touch with wet.  Vas deferens Is far beyond the scope of camera click Unless removed from love, and who...