THE POET BY DAY

Daily Archives: November 2, 2016

Here I am, suspended breathless between language and myth. Strands of undomesticated words weave ladders to freedom, and a dove in the stripy-barked birch recites the works of Homer. I found the rules of grammar written on my tongue by the wind and the alphabet strung like seed-pearls around my willing neck. Each day I take to the quarries, hard mining for the sweetly lyrical, blistered from digging in hot sands and hard… Read More