My poetry pages, Spiritualia, Juvenalia, Mature Poems, and Holly Brightweed, have a new easier-to-navigate format. I’ve also revised some of the Holly Brightweed poems.
My best friend has started a blog. Upon her fourth post, I have linked thereto. Bunbury’s Doppelganger Its particular virtues are a deft literary touch, and unusual imaginative color. As she’s also an excellent photographer, the poems and suchlike which she posts are graced with striking images.
Evil I have done and evil suffered. The pure of heart are hard to find. Rain is not enough, nor sun: to wash or bleach the ringing cords that from my mind unto the lock of groaning run – from which arise not what is living, nor has nerves and quick recoil, only fumes and…
By wandering I have come on gold buried by half within the mist of a silver day; And in mistake have chanced to hold the gladdest moment almost missed in stern foray –