after the OED by Despy Boutris You said it a month after we met.A week later, we talked about the word: how inexact the definition,how easily muddled. An abstract quality or principle. How easily applied to anything:you love rosemary, tulips, film. You love me. To hold dear. Love clarity,semantics, linguistics. Intense liking, concern, devotion. LoveContinue reading “Love”
Tag Archives: Despy Boutris
Meditation on Need
Winner of the Writer’s Foundry Prize in Poetry by Despy Boutris Any I want you makes me want to run& hide. I never know what to dowhen my body turns feral. If lustis a kingdom, how kingly I become—large as the mustard blooms smearingthe hillside, all that yellow impossibleto break through. All wild& inhuman, noContinue reading “Meditation on Need”