e c l e c t i c a p o e t r y
'She is still dazed by the dream
an Arabian jasmine crushed by hungry bees
forsaking the honeyed darkness of sleep'
of the grave
sweet sad seductress
of the moon man'
Jane and Ngozi by Copley Square
'Your hair, latticed by a regimen
of ropes and pleats, keeps nothing warm.'
'In the blood-coloured cage
Behind my ribs
The lion circles.'
J. Michael Yates
In Reply to Gil
'The last taboo is falling: elephants weep, cedars talk,
random divinity dances, burners on fragrant snow.'
'It's Sunday morning,
And I'm walking
Down Main Street '
'188 jurors judging bride vs. groom all rise'
Brandon C. Pyle