A Snowstorm of Paper
Poem A snowstorm of paper at my feet: It fell there from my scissors’ teeth Last night, in a shower of inky sleet. In piles on the floor lay my reams of wreckage...
Tagged: doubt
Cold Light
Poem When my world went cold and dark You put a bright flame up Lit the darkest corners I am drawn to it Yet Much of me feels I’m not supposed To be...
After Survival
Truth resides in their universe – and canonical precedents. I’m with out. In mine, the gritty cut of obstinance – bitter, wakeful distrust poking hollows in murk. I walk a century of others –...
