—Thus I sang the fields of change, the flocks of self,/While Tsar Trump thundered war across a continent...
poetry
The Death of Virgil
Phoebus descends on Megara, beats down/the crops with his coming...
Poetry
Distal we circle life immense...
On Reading the Classics
I read Homer and have a thought/Perhaps that Plato also had...
words
words/echo with the ghosts/of almost wholly-lost/worlds...
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'
Anger at an Anthology
Fuck sake! Not more bloody death!...
“Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new”
I have, somewhat reluctantly, given Just Poems a makeover...
Just Poems 