How She Had Wished It So

It’s strange the way she could magnify sight —amplify sound— the way a megaphone would flood the shore, as if she was wrought from the tide’s assumption— A mouse and meek, tired, weak, it is Miss Megaphone we seek— Thus Beth Karmody had brought her once imaginary hurricane—Eno— to Cuttland Island and it had becomeContinue reading “How She Had Wished It So”

Adorning the Rock (2)

We live in an old Chaos of the Sun Our words want to turn the world into a human world, a place where humans live. Name something, write a sentence about it, talk about it, think up an adjective that applies to it, and you are bringing it into the human world. Go for it:Continue reading “Adorning the Rock (2)”

Adorning the Rock (1)

Great Poetry is Difficult Poetry, but… Donald Hall goes right to the point: I see no reason to spend your life writing poems unless your goal is to write great poems. Steven Spender is equally succinct: I think continually of those who were truly great./ Who, from the womb, remembered the soul’s history. It seemsContinue reading “Adorning the Rock (1)”