Black Hole Lies within ourselves a star burned out— in ourselves, a blinding glory. Pick this rock or any other to burn upon a doubt The image of one’s brother to tell this dismal tale or any other story. Vies within us expanding star With, within ourselves, a gravity dark. Place all planets one to another, they could not pull in who we are or circumscribe the awful arc Of time and its human quarry through a universe moot in much about how near love is or far.
Poetry and general editor Daril Bentley has been a semifinalist for the Yale Series of Younger Poets Award, a finalist for the New Mexico Book Award for Poetry, and a recipient of an Honorable Mention in the Writer’s Digest International Book Award for Self-published Poetry. He is the author of several books of poetry and has been published in numerous poetry journals in the U.S. and abroad–most recently in Blue Unicorn, CircleShow, The American Journal of Poetry, The Chained Muse, The Halcyone Review, and The Lyric. He makes his home in Elmira, NY.
Grand Little Things 