"But how poetry can touch this utmost experience of being, before which language falters, I do not know, and can’t know, I am unable to know–unless I turn to poetry again...”
Letters from Saint Francis Flowers fill a wall three stories tall near the river, by the Parc du Champ de Mars& I’m there, eyes wide, mouth sharp, in another year,…
Does Twitter count as links? I’ve decided yes, it does. This week I felt grateful that I follow Saeed Jones and Thomas Page McBee. In “Into the Fold,” Thomas Page…