Solid State

  “Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill;                                 ….Children, Still weaving budded aureoles, Will speak our speech and never know.” – Wallace Stevens, ‘A Postcard from the Volcano.’     ~ Farewell to the ocean, the California sun.   Goodbye to great […] Continue reading

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Anapestic Hunger

I need        to get back     to that feeling        before.   The one        at the time     that my parents        ignored.   The same one        in my own son     which I now        abhor. […] Continue reading

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