a poem is a sermon
This is primarily an intro to several chains-of-thought that make up the bigger picture. They probably will not be chained together in this way once each of them has been fleshed out a bit more. Each historical age is determined by the predominant societal position given to the individuals, groups, nations or empires that can […]
As you delve deeper into who you are, quite often you touch things that make you ill — those tendencies and habits that so far you’ve managed to ignore. Until you still the chaos that engulfs your conscious mind and focus past illusion’s palimpsest, where all you’ve done is written, you’ll find yourself embroiled in […]
I will not write for other poets. They exist to ridicule each other, and failing that, to share inside jokes on what words are or aren’t clich on poems written in metered speech on lines that rhyme, even if well done, on absurd show instead of tell (as if a poem could only exist for […]
Having been notified by Google Alerts that a new service is available that takes your original website and scours the web to check and see if your content is found elsewhere (that is, borrowed liberally without permission), I give another thought to what has to be my favorite take on plagiarism: Lermontov: “…and remember, my […]
This morning I shall try to set my sights against the hypocrite that dwells inside me, giving pause to any who would praise my cause. I seek him out, this two-faced toad whose inner turmoil oft explodes in fits of misdirected rage against his keepers, or his cage, and bid him walk with me a […]
Nothing holds a shape without its shadow: that place at the edge where the lines are rough and sharp defined shapes blur in a limbo made of innuendo and the small stuff that in shades of gray, fills up silent space, shifting with the slightest movement of light to redefine the angle of a face, […]
On such a tenuous and fragile thread, the tender stuff with which mad dreams are sewn, are woven all the notions of the head; their pattern held by faith and will alone. Each gentle tendril attached by a whim and balanced with the slightest sense of touch, upon a silver string so pale and slim, […]