from October 27th, 2003 I say that I’m not afraid of dying because I haven’t yet had the experience of death on the walls of an overheated bedroom images on […]

I SING THEREFORE WE SING I need you to understand: my joy is something you can wear, too. Throw it over your head like a blessing bestowed, keep it wrapped […]

Walking When the branches on the bare tree ahead turn to a red mist. When the slanted stones rising from the water at your right are a flock of crying […]

Villanelle   This first line will not go away, and though the middle ones will disappear, the third, like the first, is bound to get more play. Examples of the […]

  from Ars Poetica? The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one person, for our house is open, there are no keys […]

from Heart’s Arrow on the ceiling the Sistine Chapel that tap finger zap that divine big bang iconic connection communion by which I mean art’s arrow flies in one direction […]

Transfiguration of the Beekeeper’s Daughter Because the bees flew toward light the color of honey, she couldn’t see them but heard their hum, deep thrum of the colony come out […]

what I had what I had to have what I had to have taken what I had to have taken from me what I had to have taken from me […]

THE ELIJAH PRINCIPLE – for the next one What if it works the same way, today? What if this snood-scarf I’m making out of yarn from the clearance aisle is […]

WHATEVER ELSE, THE PROGNOSIS IS NOT TOO GRIM – THE POETRY OF JIM MOORE by Dion O’Reilly Whatever Else Whatever else, the little smile on the face of the woman […]