My Poetry and Prose Blogology
The Art of Ultimate Irony
“…Art begs a question of ultimate irony—
What master should we invest in?
The real prophet — or a real profit…”
Salt and Light
“a solitary summit of solitude
standing tall—yonder clouds
freed from clamoring crowds…”
My Avalanche of Darkness
“it begins with a quiet sensation / the odd feel of a distal tremor / then it quickly descends into a panic of total emotional abandonment and physical desperation”
Shores of Mercy
“Of all the dreams I could’ve dreamt—
I hesitated—tumbling numb into another
cavern—mined in my own bastions of fear…”
