Monthly Archives: October 2017
Brooklyn’s true altar, stoops gathering bits of heart– Voices raised to bond. Advertisements
Bones of my birthplace, splintering in rapid tow– There’s no place like home?
Wrath and Discontent, kindling to pen’s holy fire– Love’s labor reformed.
Wraiths of limb, breaching the city’s vague hints of fugue– People disappear.
Stars, the luminous freckles on God’ night-face, or angelic winks from afar, lovingly rendered by a painter named Vincent who bore clearly his scars with exquisite faith.
She, heeding the call, summoned the Phoenix on high– seeded in fire, reborn.
Two aureate chums, crafting Paradise from sand– friendship transcends time.
At God’s green altar, a clown’s dignity restored– Gag order complete.
Winter’s blown kisses, tatters of angels torn love– To receive with grace.
Winter’s gauzy veil, white wedding funeral rites– To die, loving deep.