This Became My God
There are words inside her, waiting to be born. - Words and images by Dionne Hartnett (gogoloopie) ...
poem
The Curse Of Expectation
She could sense its vacuum from a distance far beyond the hollow air that rushed in to fill the void across this canyon... A chasm spanning ten million miles wide, its bowels cut wide open, deeper than the most dis ...
Elizabeth Bishop & Ezra Pound – A Visit to St. Elizabeth’s
“This is the house of Bedlam,” begins Elizabeth Bishop’s lovely strange poem, “Visits to St. Elizabeths”: “This is the man / that lies in the house of Bedlam.” ...
Bottom’s Dream & The Bottom of God’s Secrets
The Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the bottom of God's secrets." ...
“This living hand, now warm and capable”
This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping ...
he no country had nor home.
Lovers of beauty, starved, Thwarted with systems, Helpless against the control; ...
One City Only / Love Me at Last
ONE city only, of all I have lived in, And one house of that city, belong to me. . . ...
Stanislaw Staszewski: Murderer’s Row
Stanislaw Staszewski was one of the greatest songwriters/lyricists ever to have lived. . . ...
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