September Nocturne

Entering fall. Still bright and sunny days ahead of us. But if you listen, if you let the world touch your skin, you will notice there is also melancholy in the air. Darkness approaching. Charlottesville Nocturne The late September night is a train of thought, a wound That doesn’t bleed, dead grass that’s still green, No…

Ars Poetica III

Charles Wright, on writing poetry: Language is the element of definition, the defining and descriptive incantation. It puts the coin between our teeth. It whistles the boat up. It shows us the city of light across the water. Without language there is no poetry, without poetry there’s just talk. Talk is cheap and proves nothing….