i Adrift, not too much held, but like a kite, its string let go of, not quite set to fly.that takes off anyway toward just that heightit needs to not fall down, now dancing byon updrafts, bits of breeze, comes love. “I try”he tells them-some do hear- “to seeor grasp in special ways its hope. […]
Author: Robert Burr
Robert Burr received his B.A. in English Literature in June of 1998. He studied under William Matthews and Marilyn Hacker and left in 2006. Mr. Burr taught Freshman Composition at several CUNY schools between 1999 and 2008. Chapbook: Trading Bits of Dream, Ridgeway Press
Always Iago
When Othello found his wife at a lossfor words that might appease him and gain her freedom from his hold, the crowd saw betterwhat would happen. Iago had tricked his bosswith horrid skill, thrown fringed shadows acrosshis mind, made him Desdemona’s killer.Now, there are hand marks only upon her:they and his suicide render our pause. Iago’s come. A […]
VII from “History” (a crown)
For ages church decree had made things run;discarding set perspectives, as if theywere now, in fact, misleading, most would say“was heresy,” for sure. Thus, anyonewho dared believe the Earth moved round the sunmight find himself locked up on that same dayand subsequently tortured. By the way,recounting such misfortune couldn’t be fun,at least for those who […]