Formal Poetry

What is form? It is the end result of something. It is the shape something gets into when all its elements have been put in order. Form is the vessel of meaning. Apply disorder to a work of meaning, and watch all the meaning leak out. I would love to point out that language cannot…

But Also Darkness (Fragment)

The sun pursued its Olympian course into foreign parts, leaving me and Joshua and all our longitude to watch, if we would, the most tardy purple ribbons of solar pageantry flutter after their lord. When this had ended, I inhaled to a more expansive rhythm. Nothing remained for me to watch and my eyes became…