Author Archives: Roman

Slowly but slowly
poetry arrives at the
present's moment, a
soft knife's edge, so sharp
as to pass through any
obstacle, a pausing, causing,
unrepentant perfection 
(against all intentions).

Characters study novel
dramas and become mired
in spires of tired glass --
lead and its colorful light,
played against the backdrop
of a huge organ or many
organs, bound together by
something akin to a self.