I am of poems and rivers. I stand as it all works around my footing. I am held, wordless and watchful. While I fish, while I write, waiting on delight, a fight, not knowing what’s next, a broad turn downstream, a desperate run to hidden structures, a sudden gasp at twisting flight then plunging to […]
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“In the respects in which the soul is unlike God, it is also unlike itself.” St. Bernard You were born a poet, slow to affiliations otherwise. You do not belong but to elements and instincts, just the basics, in a place, embodied, of a home and a small handful of people. You were familied, churched, […]
With notion shorn from the hide of stark presence, preened into the spinning wheel of poetry, a verse woven of the slow mind, the eye of the whole soul, offered to the shivering and destitute part of me, you, we cloak ourselves in the love of one day’s worth of revelation, of a simple reckoning […]
When you read a poem you may not always understand, but it understands you. It is up ahead and down around. It is windows that open and doors that close. It is solid ground and a rug pulled. It is the engenderer and it is the killer. it is a word, when spoken, bats fly […]
James Scott Smith 