Lopsided Moon In The Jaws of Perfection
She hangs like a crooked brooch in a perfect, sable sky. Your fingers itch to straighten her, just so — a little more to the left, a little higher in the upper right-hand corner. Yes. But then, there’s her disappointing light, that shade of curdled cream, so...Transformation gathers into love’s embrace
Poets are the soul-keepers of our world
Reading this poem, by Czeslaw Milosz, I’m filled with gratitude for his exquisite voice, for his wisdom and vision, and the devotion with which he served what he loved throughout his long, working life. Poets are the soul-keepers of our world, and he was one of...
Round
She won’t be held in pants with tightly buttoned waists, their tailored creases knifing into glittering conversations. She won’t enter the clamorous avenues of your angular world. Her roundness deflects your demands. She will not offer you mirrored...