Mihai D. Popescu

… I watched her in her sleep. The hands resting in a swan posture. Her personal angel near the shoulder. No sage provided me with basic knowledge on where she might have wandered while

Poets’ definitions—playing God, senseless mud games. Wordsworth defined poetry as \"the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings.\" In plain absence of God’s direct guidance? Emily Dickinson

My handheld angel cancelled a CMYK ibis & deleted five night rainbows on my computer I wanted these artefacts launched into the world-wide-wasteland I was so proud of my pictures – they

An angel knocked at the door & asked me if I saw the raven I saw it, I answered, even used to know it by heart What kind o raven could be known by heart? The angel asked That king of

(To Chris Stroffolino) Seasons are. They simply are—as derived from God’s creation. Seasons are not ‘broad brushstrokes’ or ‘little dots’—as some baby-blue poet wrote down. Seasons just

Via Normativa – Colloquialities or (‘See just how the Essay kills the Poem’) (To Chris Stroffolino) Seasons are. They simply are—as derived from God’s creation. Seasons are not \"broad