Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.
Le poème n’est pas moi…
A real poemmakes you wantto open the doorto that voice,let it in,hear itover again,like…
the poem inheritsthe poet’s anguish
When things got rough at home,To Oz my thoughts would roamNever Ozma or Dorothy,But someone yet unknown
These fragments I have shored against my ruins.
Keep It Simple, Stupid
Someone begot someone….
Pick a pack of peppered Pound; let St. Joyce a lullaby sing.The one a long…
A poem should not meanBut be. AM
“Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.” ―…