Thursday, November 03, 2016


If my four poetry chapbooks as a whole are a set of seasons, then each has its own weather, temperature, and clime.


My Two Melvilles is spring.

It is counterpane. It is love for another. It is longing and lust.


Black Psalms is summer.

It is heat. It is tropics. It is desert. It is darkness and the hope of resurrection.


Let There Be is fall.

It is gray. It is rain. It is rain. It is rain and more rain. It is survival, perhaps.


All the Heroes Are Dead and Buried is winter.

It is Norse myths. It is snow and cold. It is the breath of the wolf at the nape of one's neck and death on the battlefield. It is end times.


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