Downward into Darkness on Extended Wings
Wallace Stevens’ poem “Sunday Morning” ends with these lines: We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old …
Tag Archives: Deborah J. Brasket
Love’s Duplicity
When I first fell in love, it was a hot thing—urgent, possessive, almost feverish at times. I truly saw love …
The Geometry, and Geography, of Love
I wrote these poems while still quite young, and very much in love, and loving the way our bodies “meet and …
