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Come What May
We are cognizant
of the black hole
at the heart of all
expectations,
yet our love
feels like an orbit;
slow and elliptical
around a private sun.
I, male, seem flighty
as though...
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New Muses for a Posthuman Age
Late last year I wrote a 10 sonnet sequence entitled New Muses for a Posthuman Age, the idea being to update the goddesses and answer...
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Visions of a Teacher Come to Mind
Her look was warm as summer dawn,
there was a lightness as she stepped
as if the ground was almost a cloud,
her beauty a casual dream...
