poetry

The sea engulfed a sailor in its depths. Unaware, his mother goes and lights a tall candle before the ikon of our Lady

i’m in awe of young poets that write verse that can only be comprehended later in life. I know it is an illusion: it is man who attributes meaning to symbols. It is us, as we grow wiser with time and experience, who expand the poem’s meaning and

platitudes aren’t all to be avoided, corny is not to be scorned by the self-proclaimed cultured. I remember Mario Vargas Llosa coming to the defense of corny (cursi) in an interview a couple decades ago. “It’s around us, it’s what life’s little moments are about, there