Tagged: poetry

My God I’m beautiful, historical and alive...

Tell me who would speak so plainly, in the First Hour of Descent.

Exploring the fundamental question.

what we think we remember:

Levitating / Behind a wall / Over the living sea

Is there ever simplicity?

You must understand -- he doesn't see the world clearly.

A new poem for this day.

Fame, like fire, / makes its own weather.

The fact of the airborne heart, / that gritty, wet red engine revved...