Some Blank Verse, In Which I Indirectly State That The Sunlight Fills The Room
Now mourned’s the passing peace of night, its flight flown with the scorching licks of star-fire at its torn ‘n frayed heels.
Tag: night
The Birth Day Of The Sun: Part III
Silent morning. Earthly peace. Servant girl re-swaddles.
The Birth Day Of The Sun: Part I
Bayit-Lekhem in wintrous calm as coarsest night kills evening.
] ] ] ] ] or, A Poem Perched In Poco
The candle on the island lights the moving, glass-bound muse.
A Friday Night Near April
Beneath the raised voices sinks the sound of someone leaving…
