Poetry Isn’t Trending   Out of fashion now —   The long hours spent   Making and doing,   Turning and shaping lines,   For a dwindling clientele   Of other poets and academics   Who might notice   The grain of a line,   A phrase honed smooth   Or left rough as timber.   No one else cares to look.     And yet the trade persists —   If trade is even the word —   Since there is nothing to gain.   A dying art   Like the fletching of arrows,   Or the mending of clocks   With a dex

A Dark Illumination     Once again, we are here, as we are   on this day every year,   two hearts lit up with pain.   And as day falls...

Everything is made of light. Everything is light, of differing gradations and qualities, from the big bang to the atom. Earth and sky are the light of God, and the spirit in man is a self-shining light. The light of lights is the true substance, and that substance is God. Art is the light of the imagination projected outward. Bodies are dark light, lacking luminosity, where “darkness is simply an expression for the lack of light.”

Beneath a red lightbulb innumerable doves swim as if in a cold, gold sun.   Birth, creation, a ruinous origination. Decomposition settles...

Time pursues time and light comes up behind light. One sun follows another – each circle of bright ringed by a dark corona. But when eternity eclipses time and the sun is Malevichian black, the corona will be for us a light of white – the whitest light.

Late October Afternoon: A Weak Watery Sun -- Not What it Was But Not Dead Yet.

Part 1: Being and heaviness People who suffer from depression often complain of a feeling of heaviness ; not just in the emotional or mental sense, but as something physical   — a visceral sensation pressing on the chest or wrapping itself around the body and the legs. Some sufferers say it is like having lead weights on their legs. Among the DSM-IV criteria for atypical depression is: “Leaden paralysis (i.e. heavy, leaden feelings in arms or legs).” § René Descartes proposes