I Am My Beloved’s, and He is Mine
#followform { padding-top:5px; text-align:left; } Today, I give you an offering of a poem that has never seen the light of day. Before you read it, though, I have to tell you all about it. Sometimes,...
View ArticleIf Life Were a Chiasm, Where Would It End?
#followform { padding-top:5px; text-align:left; } I’m a nerd who reads wired.com nearly every day. I read it when I’m feeling low and tired and frustrated. I read it when I need inspiration. The other...
View ArticleA Chiastic Poem
#followform { padding-top:5px; text-align:left; } My God, my heart is brokenas I’m stranded on this table,from where I spy a cornerof the Jujube, its leaves and dates,and hear San Miguel’s ringing–ten...
View ArticleThe Planet Sardon: On Ethics, Morality, and the Greeting Card Fund
#followform { padding-top:5px; text-align:left; } It has been said that morality on Sardon is determined through riddles, some of which contain no answers. In fact, the vast library of spiritual and...
View ArticlePoetry Madness Is Correlated With Word Death
#followform { padding-top:5px; text-align:left; } Original at age 17 (first version lost; my dad probably has a copy): Augusta Wind Augusta Wind will blow again, Her bones like water without skin, A...
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