“Burn, then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear—Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air…”—Emily Brontë, The Visionary A young … More
Tag: poem
Red Eye
Their eyes were on me like little cocktail cherries swirling around the glass. Fat with moisture, almost pink, And I … More
How I Wrote It: Aberconwy Fable
Author’s Note: ‘Aberconwy Fable’ was originally published in the Bel Espirit Newspaper. I am a frequent writer for their magazine, … More
Ogygia
Nobody can save me. Not from myself, nor the elements. Thunder electrocutes my heart. Utterly barbecued —The grill marks resemble … More
In Another Life
In another life… nature hasn’t turned in on itself. In another life… our blood has conjoined beyond the froth of … More
Mourvèdre
A cento using lines from Diane Seuss’ Frank: Sonnets’ I am a little Frank O’ Hara. Drowned in shallow water. … More
On the Business of Poetry
First of all, you have to ask yourself why you do this. Many cannot seem to envision doing this for … More
Camden
After ‘America’ by Allen Ginsberg Camden, I knew you when I was just a fish swimming into fortune. Camden, I … More
Black Cigarettes
momma’s got them blackcigarettes and Frenchie, inher get-up, grabbed three.one for herself, one for thedog, and one for me. her … More
Courtenay's Corner 