Hymn to Anacreon

“Dispense with the expense of discretion / and pour down this throat of mine that roar of / yours you cloud with frowns, repurpose this myth/ into…”

Three at a Time

“In flesh, strong in spirit besides // To buy back time in fourteen lines, / under a mind’s stained-glass ceiling / crashing revelation rewards / silent reverence, your music…”

A Light Without Shadow

“Never ask a man to understand / what before he simply believed, to understand / the enigmas of all sphinxes is / to increase unceasingly, faith is confidence…”