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The Darkness

The Darkness Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The days and weeks and months transport us to Eternity.  The years move you much more In slowness to our fate.  Our decades queue More stilt-like, yet we never...

Haddocks’ Eyes

Haddocks’ Eyes Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A day of light starts To shine upon the heads of Netted pilchard eyes. ~ Buson  [Englished by Phillip Whidden] The dawn comes up, so slow, so slow, yet not...

August is the Cruellest Month

          August is the Cruellest Month Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “And the angel departed”  Luke 1:38 The morning of that life begins in dark Of Friday’s night, of Sabbath evening.  Long, That...

The Reader and the Writer

The Reader and the Writer The reader makes the writing what it wants To be, alive.  Until that moment it Is dead black ink.  That blackness only haunts The pages.  Then the reader’s séance, wit And trancing mind call writing from its grave. The story or the poem lives...

The Citrus Grove

The Citrus Grove Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “root and all” ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson   If you can see a perfect orange bloom, As most such blossoms are, and see them on Their darkling orange branch, and...

“Let no man wait within” ~ Thomas Merton

“Let no man wait within” ~ Thomas Merton He does not need to swallow bombs.  He’s loved Enough.  They taught him worse than Molotov Combustions.  Those he loved . . . rejected, shoved Or silently exploded, “Bugger off.” He chewed on fuses.  They of course did what A...