I have a new group of poems
in
is that it asks each author
to provide
A Statement on Beauty
Their motto:
"Beauty First"
5 sections from a long poem
Called
The Close Dark
A poem about my encounters
with
and their reconciliation.
Here's half of the first section.
It begins in a stone hut
in the Cevennes Mountains
with a fever vision of
Mary/Kuan Yin:
1. Cevennes Mountain Hut
Frozen wind
through a chink in stone
sent
snowflakes over the bed; cold,
cold, Mary
in a dark corner, wrapped
in her blue
cloak of stars. Ice melted
on burning
skin. Fever-eyes, fever-mind,
drawn to her
twilight blue: the blue
before true
night; the blue between stars,
when Venus
still shines; light's blue
melancholy
when traveling that blue
distance,
sun to sun, across the horror
of the blue-void…
You can find the rest of the sections
here.