Provisional Verse & Reluctant Prose
My Dearest Heart
Dear: a word I hold near my heart’s core— but not so near as to disrupt its regular beating. My heart I hold more dear
Provisional Verse & Reluctant Prose
An Indelible Thirst for Ink
O, what a drought is this that grips my hand! My quill, once nimble, lieth still and dry, The fountain of my fancy stopped at source,
Provisional Verse & Reluctant Prose
SATISFACTION AT MIDNIGHT
Being a Meditation Upon the Arrival of the Year When It Said It Would