driving home from the old country buffet last sunday night, i looked to my left, and saw this poem.
it was sublime how from the expressway the way the lights of the city shimmered it was a secret kind of miracle like a soft black ocean at night bearing constellations reflected from above against blue ceilings while underneath pulsed bioluminescent phantoms swaying mindlessly below a black veil
i watched the shimmer in silence astounded and overcome by something that this city had never accomplished before: being as itself a place of light and wonder
Delighted that you're back, Alexandre! I'm not familiar with your territory but this expresses the glittering mystery of any city. Beautiful imagery...Lin
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th
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