A Question for Mathew Brady
Brady maybe knew that the power of his eye Was not ...
Posts tagged poem
After Lascaux (a mirror cinquain)
Sometimes I hear music Echoing recklessly In this ...
War Poem in the Snow (Cento)
This bone deep chill, Standing before you in the ...
The End of an Ice Age
Up here, we see ancient boulders below, left ...
Striations
A Tritina for Rowan