At Poetry Breakfast, things have gotten pretty exciting in our neck of the woods. In addition to the dozens of poetry readings and open mics held each month here in the Asbury/Ocean/Monmouth County area - we also have one huge... Continue Reading →
Radiant Here there is no endpoint, no destination, here is luminous touch, now urgent, the rolling circling of us here but also in dreamtime, worlds unseen, my cry moves through you and yours through me, we are quickened, here is... Continue Reading →
At Night I think I am less afraid of the dark than the light. Night time engulfs me, covers me gently with it’s thick darkness, comforts me with it’s curtains of blackness. I don’t need to hide. It hides me.... Continue Reading →
Ephram Pratt Accelerates the Void Ordinarily time is the distance it takes to release thunder from a cloud, release silence from misguided shenanigans, delving into a slow range of dark windows lining the boulevard, ducking into its own silence, while... Continue Reading →
Childhood Prayers Yes, as a child I prayed, because the nights in bed were long and dark and the days had already shattered my mind into gleaming fragments moving quickly upon a flame of fear. Yes, I prayed into the... Continue Reading →
-in fog— July 4, 2000 – 6:15 a.m. the word is fragments – their edges are pointed and sharp ___ words forced through the sun’s failure ___ masts of ships – demarcations in a morning canceled by fog ___ the... Continue Reading →
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