jrmiralles
Journal Riot on a shadowcast red brick 15 storeys up, the gray blue purple Hudson glinting beyond--- Liquid middle path trying to go empty--- and the vivid green of vine swirl that will not catch, cannot hush it--- this sparrow shout…
Sonnet Each year brought nothing, then patience. Then, one day, a light-touched musing in the woods, a "maturer" want, a "serene" man's far off, burning look, the making of verses for a never-to-be- published book with not a thing to re…