Dear Tumblr Family and Friends,As some of you may know, November is Movember: a month to raise awareness and funds to combat men’s health issues such as testicular cancer, prostate cancer, and mental illness. It’s kind of like breast cancer awareness month in October, except instead of…
I’ve only been in Love but once:
in Lust were all the rest,
though Lust itself has clever ways
to move a young man’s chest.
It makes him say, “Yes! She’s the one
to whom I do belong.”
Happily in Lust is he, ‘til
another comes along.
Like many other poets, I often worry my work won’t measure up to “The Greats;” and so, for the longest time, I cringed at the appellation “Minor Poet.” Now, I’ve realized the freedom that comes with being a minor poet: since no one is expecting great, earth-shattering works from us, we can write what we want.
And isn’t it often the case that great, earth-shattering things come from the places and people we least expect?
"Mine is, after"
Above the human
from Sacred Heart’s steps,
above spattered placards
on fading blue
a dole of rock doves shutters