The Dead Know (After Anne Sexton) We live merely by grace of pulse, soft throb of heart pumping, squeaking gallows of our lungs sucking one breath after another, rungs of some prophet’s ladder—angel t… more →
Yeah. I do a little writing . . .bitterhermit wrote 2 months ago: The Dead Know (After Anne Sexton) We live merely by grace of pulse, soft throb of heart pumping, squ … more →
bitterhermit wrote 2 months ago: Love Song: Oh Southern Queen Let us go now, you and Ideal in eerie feathers clad and mourning knight … more →
bitterhermit wrote 3 months ago: Short Sad Story of a Life It was the yellow banner caught him up, reflected in her sun-lightened ha … more →
bitterhermit wrote 4 months ago: Nodding to Nietzsche They say that god is love: then, Nietzsche, yes, god is dead. Its bloated corps … more →
bitterhermit wrote 4 months ago: Nodding to Nietzsche They say that god is love: yes, then, Nietzsche, god is dead. Its bloated corps … more →
bitterhermit wrote 4 months ago: Lost Love’s Legacy The lover after marriage and divorce goes a separate way alone. Though one goes t … more →
bitterhermit wrote 6 months ago: From the Dryer Vent I’ve bitched about them for days, their chirping an offkey song nest of sparrow … more →
bitterhermit wrote 7 months ago: The Quixote Experience What’s madness but nobility of soul at odds with circumstance? . . . —Theodor … more →
bitterhermit wrote 7 months ago: Denver’s Late April Snow Days like this one, Rocky Mountain snow falls white specks from white … more →
bitterhermit wrote 7 months ago: April Inventory A year it’s been, since last April shined in green boughs. What have I accompl … more →
bitterhermit wrote 7 months ago: You, My Reef How beautiful and multi-hued your coral beauty, your sublime attraction. This I saw in … more →
bitterhermit wrote 7 months ago: Caution to Readers My heart knows of despair, my mind keenly perceives tragedy. Lines I write speak … more →
bitterhermit wrote 7 months ago: Unabsorbed Self lost to the largess of a greater world these firs bear their burdens of wet-heavy sn … more →
bitterhermit wrote 9 months ago: Always, IT Comes Down to Battle Thousands of years of this stupid struggle, and yet how many millenn … more →
bitterhermit wrote 11 months ago: “Melancholia” by Albrecht Durer Poet’s Slow Silent Serial Suicide He grew tired of … more →
bitterhermit wrote 11 months ago: "Rokeby Venus" by Diego Velasquez c. 1650 What Within the Looking Glass? Is it truth you … more →
bitterhermit wrote 11 months ago: DNR I am not here in this life by choice and God forbid I should leave this life by my own choice— a … more →
bitterhermit wrote 11 months ago: Nature’s Gravity Would not Stop More and more, and less and less this world to me seems real unreal … more →
bitterhermit wrote 11 months ago: "Agony" by Jacopo Ligozzi Gardens of Our Own Agony “The Kingdom is within you.” And Sata … more →