Is there power in a poem? I mean real POWER? Hungry for magic, I walk the poetry field each morning to pick the ripest fruit. By holding it to the light, by smelling it, breathing it, tasting it, I test the question: Can carefully arranged language contain the mystic stuff that makes for movement and growth? This blog is a continual answer. Possibly one with no end.
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