Ekphrastic Poetry Archives

Falling Inward

There is little more here than a blur.
Emergent stirrings in the shallows.
Unseen, the excavations of beauty
From the unfathomable physicality of life.

Fragile blooms.
The body I sleep with. Wake with.
The vanities of spring.
The languor of summer.
Autumn’s warning.
Winter’s threnodies.
Each erased in time.

Here are the strange harvests of the image and free verse
From the rising ecstasies of snow falling on a restive lake,
To the mysteries of the earth

Falling inward.

— January 2026 —

Recondite Reflections

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Recondite Reflections

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What is this ditch
But a split in the earth.

A millrace stilled. A catchment for water,
Fallen limbs and leaves.

Here are the hidden spaces of nature’s divination.
A cauldron of dark harmonies.
Descending roots and rising connections.

Beneath these trees, absent of all artifice,
Is a shifting mosaic of silver and shadow.
Reflections shimmering in the rain.

Here is nature’s default mode network.
A mirror spun from the depths unseen.
Decay, chaos, complexity.

A cradle of life.

— May 2025 —
Canandaigua, New York

“So Lovely was the Loneliness”

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“So Lovely Was the Loneliness”

Minimalist Blurred photo of woman facing a dark hedge

These were the long nights
The end of days
Scattering our clothes
Anchoring our shoes by the bed
When we parted
In sleep
To sail the uncharted estuaries
Of the stars
Alone
Calling out
Across the swells of mystery
To each other
Out of reach
Eyes closed
To the loss
Of those moments
Lived apart

— June 2024 —

“So lovely was the loneliness” is from the Edgar Allen Poe poem, “The Lake,” which is also the title of a song by Antony and the Johnsons that includes this line.