‘Latitude and Loss’: A Poem by Martin Briggs
Latitude and Loss One spring morning they announced themselves at last: a faintly murmured intercourse emerging surely from the ...
Latitude and Loss One spring morning they announced themselves at last: a faintly murmured intercourse emerging surely from the ...
A Snowy Egret While driving down the road one day, in the pouring rain, a snowy egret flew above ...
The form and theme both sound to me like Herbert. Alienation may be a perennial problem, but in its form…
Christ! I hope these things are inedible. The only things creepier I have seen are tardigrades.
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Somehow, this poem made me think of Roger Bacon and Jacob Boehme, which is altogether a good thing. If only…
Thanks, Cynthia. It's been 800 years since the radically exuberant Francis left us one of the greatest of lyrics. I've…
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