If you're tired of reading just the thousands of entries here (not always about poetry) or the several hundred poems on Amomancer, or the handful of artistically-interwoven pieces at www.williamfdevault.com, I have a new site for you. A nice lady...

My son, Elric, who has taken a deeply philosophical turn of late, dabbling in theology and metaphysics, asked me for my perception as to what the difference is between a prayer and a spell, beyond the purely theological notion that prayers are to God...

It has been more than three decades since I wrote those words, the title of this entry, "memory is the curse of those who care", embedded in the poem "Virgin's Dawn".  And as time goes on, I appreciate more and more the wisdom of them. ...

  You may not recognize the strange looking fellow in this picture, but it comes to me courtesy of an old friend, Jeff Lucas, who ran across some photos from his halcyon days at West Virginia University, when we were both in the Monongamoot...

Good sign.  This morning I was brutally wrenched awake by a poem, bubbling to the surface much as magma would, if it spurted from a crack in my skull.  Ouch.  At least it was just my skull. But I fumbled my way to the desk, grabbed...