[H]ere are dusky passages, canopies of clearness . . . points of coloration . . . or dangerous blots—all blurring the way to move past sight . . . “Figures in […]
Monthly Archives: May 2020
Brown Bag
Paper starts with a blank expression and . . . reveals exactly what it has been instructed to say . . . It may offer hints of another message but […]
Mistaken Identity
I have hidden inside a sea shell but forgotten in which. . . . How often I’ve gone straight up to one of them, saying: That’s me. Only, when I prised it open […]
Cat’s Tongue
[T]he tongue arcs, flutters, curls And stretches, soaks itself, runs dry, tastes, Tingles, and goes on about what work May . . . please itself and prosper. “Tongue” […]
Azalea Blossoms
[T]hey lean like flares over our brick pathway, vessels of brilliant energy, their bright explosions enclosed by the frailest membrane: they tremble with their holy repressions. We watch; we […]