severely pruned tree

The Pruners (Poem 47)

Without knowledge the unseen can neither be directed nor embraced. For the well intentioned practices of novice soldiers have outright slain some while others are left […]

hands open

These (Poem 67)

In silence these find no controversy – these treasures I’ve found today For it is none ‘round me that see my find nor where I’ve moved […]

blackbird

The Blackbird (Poem 16)

[sc_embed_player autoplay=true fileurl=”https://bypapi.com/wp-content/uploads/The-Blackbird_16.mp3″] Everyday peering … out through an exhaustive pattern of steel Searching … for a portion where window stains are transparent Endeavoring to comprehend […]