November 28, 2013

Atop the Cliffs of Dover

That I not green, nor light upon this happened hill— not any brother to the stone, nor face as flint outcropped— but eye to see where […]
March 5, 2013

Thousand Years of Being

I cannot fell anxiety, the red cheeks flush with miserable, anymore than oaks fall flat with thousand years of being, rooted to the ground— and were […]
September 25, 2012

When Chaos Curls

When chaos curls up Like toes between the feedings— And I, like calm amid a sickly storm and child Lunge with froth-corrupted lungs too dear for […]