Tag: Paul Erlandson

A lost moth mistakes bright lamp for life-giving light; Knocking on wrong door.

Your present laughter climbs on Utopian bliss, vines on a theory. Medusa's solstice, a standing still of the sun, turns…

Thank you, Mary Jane. I have a poem on bayonets somewhere, and if I can dig it out easily I'll…

I guess we could call these English Sapphics. The few that I have written were done in this manner, and…

Joseph This is a terrific read. I am in awe of our brave soldiers who wield these arms so expertly…