Tag: Marc Darnell

Cut Sleeping slit on bed of skin,stubborn newborn eye,he dreams of phantom pain,a vein, a ruby sky.The heart afar is calling him,the beat repeats his

Rachmaninov Melodeer, yet mutineer to stiff construction, wraith of pianissimo’s thunder tones– I gasp and latch to lifts of ired, caustic, winged arpeggios. I have

Adage    My eyes see unapproachable things– but is first glance always correct? Don’t judge a book by its cover   is something I repeat