Poem: I Must Go to Hephaestus (a Sestina)

I Must Go to Hephaestus (a Sestina) . I try to find comfort for myself not only with words in private but, by howling from the ashes: a raven from dust. Not with words in private, but to go boldly as I tell my tale of a raven from dust; knowing how one can surely wish…

The Abnormal Is Not Courage…

I love this poem, for so many reasons, but mainly because it fortifies the heart and strengthens resolve. The Abnormal Is Not Courage… poem by Jack Gilbert, Monolithos The Poles rode out from Warsaw against the German Tanks on horses. Rode knowing, in sunlight, with sabers, A magnitude of beauty that allows me no peace. And yet…