Blessèd Delusions: Literary Follies and Visual Poems
First I thought Stet would fail to be a book, and now . . . it has failed to fail.
Weekly poems, selected by the editors. Featuring new work as well as poems from our rich archives.
First I thought Stet would fail to be a book, and now . . . it has failed to fail.
Here they are the words fluttering in the mind
my love / unwinding / the rope
sometimes i crouch like a creature in my house
If a memory bears radiation’s / relationship to time
Other birds punctuate (our) song
Probably most words / should be fully felt but never said
so banal a demand it went unnoticed
The week-before-last Ada asked Michael and I /
if we believed in God, a higher power, /
a whatever.
Is it freedom from or of?