08-01-2015, 11:31 AM
Keith, what I love about your poems are the "atmospherics" of them. I can't think of a better way to put it now. When I read your stuff (your best stuff, anyway), they draw me into their atmosphere, as if I've entered a strange place for the first time. That's a real talent.
In this one, it was "loss", of course. But you really stuck to your own experiential vision of it, what you were chasing down, and that atmosphere was so prevalent to me, like its very own smell.
Good stuff.
In this one, it was "loss", of course. But you really stuck to your own experiential vision of it, what you were chasing down, and that atmosphere was so prevalent to me, like its very own smell.
Good stuff.
You can't hate me more than I hate myself. I win.
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."
"When the spirit of justice eloped on the wings
Of a quivering vibrato's bittersweet sting."