TMP is traveling in a non-pedestrian manner to Austria for two weeks, bicycling around in the Salzkammergut. Meanwhile, please ramble around on the site. There’s a lot of poetry here now, not all of it mine. Post your comments if you’re in the mood — the feedback is the most fun and gratifying thing about […]
Sometimes, every poet must feel like Donald Justice — all alone at 3 in the morning and just one second-story light on in a little town in the middle of nowhere. Are his headlights the candle that lights the darkness? For such a small poem, it carries some weight on its slim shoulders. In fact, […]
“In the ashen newsreels, / the avenues of cities / are broad rivers flowing with hats.”
“a butterfly — a monarch — / kneels in air …”
