Tag: Mark J. Mitchell

ERAT HORA She placed her jacks back in their small red box then squeezed her red rubber ball hard as prayer. A spot behind a

THE SORROW DANCE                 For JJLast season’s sorrows cannot fadebefore fresh wounds make her afraid.The phone rings, only telling bad newsfrom great distance. Someone else to lose.More

DANGEROUS KNOWLEDGE You thought she saw your god the other night. Her quick step, the tilt of her upturned face— Something gave away a sinister

SONG IN WALTZ TIME Over there sleeps a grief. She calls out names at night. She’s dreaming your release, but her hand holds on tight

BOTTICELLI ILLUSTRATIONS OF PARADISO 32 AND 33 Beatrice is gone. The poet alone must rise to God. Bright saints form their flower— a music he

ON A THEME OF MATTHEW ARNOLD’S   The scholar gypsy never moved. He stayed as still as the center of a record. No sound escaped