On the Afterlife (You know, the thing that comes after the Beforedeath)

Oh there’ll be no forty maidens,/Cloud-clad angels, sainted bliss...

Callimachean Distich

One can die from anything, from Werther to the Phaedo...

The Wall in Iraq

The deepest past’s mere meters down...

The Death of Virgil

Phoebus descends on Megara, beats down/the crops with his coming...

Bucolic I

Tityrus lounges in the shade,/Bees lullaby the sleepy glade,/The reed sings soft, soft as the grass—/Then Meliboeus comes to pass...

Poetry

Distal we circle life immense...

Repose

Now cease,/Now sleep,/Drink deep/Of peace...

An Ode on Facebook

You who enjoy the famed pastoral form/Might like this ode on Facebook, blue and warm...

Two Sonnets in June

'Volta' & 'Turn'

Experience

Poetry deepens/As life lengthens...