poetry | 2021 | 84 pages
"illumined satellites he flung
about our tears, to guide us home"
Another year of writing has come and gone. In some senses it all seems the same, as in the perennial themes of life never change; God is good, life is hard, eternity awaits. It is that the form changes, and that is why we never tire of seeing sunsets. I suppose what I am trying to say is that this is an old new book of poems. I don't think there is anything particularly new I have written about, but it is all novel in the sense of being new expressions of the year. This anthology seems to have taken on a more devotional tone; I'm not sure I at all intended it, but then again, all of my projects do seem to have their own mind.
In defense of including several comedic poems, I remind the reader that this was not written by prose.