Careless he falls into ritual poseIf that first stanza has you seated on edge, be sure to visit Gewgaw Writings to read the full poem.
Do dropped, down before this mothering knot;
Her gathering brown limbs, machine-carved smooth
In hollow, molded arc, to cradle him;
Monday, June 23, 2008
A Guest Post: The Sequel
Ever a man of my words, here's an excerpt from my latest poem Television, which is being hosted on Jena Isle's Gewgaw Writings site.