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Anfechtung – after Rilke

As the name implies, the Holy Ghost makes me holy, me, at every shake and rattle of the brain at night, red-faced in the nothingness, sooty-eyed after fire-dreams. I awake to pray. My dreams are the desolations of an upside-down closet, inverted living room, wherever I frequent in the usual course of days and nights. … Continue reading


another excerpt

(I know I was supposed to be writing daily poems, but I was bowled over by books! Graham Greene, Flannery O’Connor, Pagnol, Amos Oz—to name a few. Here’s a couple of stanzas from a long poem I’m working on. This is from a section entitled “LOVE.”) But in his dreams he putters in another province … Continue reading