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Amid the towering wrecks of architects’ aspirations There is to see weird, sullen desperations… One is not swept-up by the myriad multi-storied spires, bereft of gargoyles, Crosses, and other invocations of earlier penitents. Do these men have the same nightmares … Continue reading →

For Carol I am no longer wet with sea spit and eels do not slime amid my rocks. No surging tides churn my waters, my bay lies brackish and still… Once, the quarter moon drew new sea like a comforter … Continue reading →