01-12-2020, 08:06 AM
There is spirit. The golden ball beyond the sun, at the end of one of my poems in In the Deep Woods. I seek that, the seeking is part of it. Runa. The poets are making it easy for another William Blake or D. H. Lawrence to come along by being so modest in their proposals. It's a good time for poetry, writing it anyway. A great poem makes you believe in strange things. That is the joy of writing. Investigating strange things in and around the woods. The Riddle, Va branch of the Bookhouse Boys. Who wants to be a Bookhouse Boy with me? We accept girls. Even married ones.