Michael Varga

Eucalyptus shades acacia: The proximity dwindling the caliber of one And distending the manifest bulk of the other. Quick shapes merge but mix...

Wretched hands reach, stretch, for my own Two which cling, fingers bound, binding wrist to wrist. Unbuckle! Seek less familiar partners! Open And...

swerve to shore and bend to bay riverrun Niagara nigh beside that curving shore swooshing forth of course that swerves and winds and...

Scars carved by demons in my brow Show the devil to be an artist. The cut, the flap, the unstitched wound All heal...

They are tireless wings That beat no retreat And do not stop for sleep—sleep that might be theirs, Or sleep that should be...