Tag Archives: Michael Meyerhofer

Building the House

            “A poet looks at the world as a man looks at a woman.”             â€”Wallace Stevens With each day, I feel more the weight of what must be said. The sentences no poem has touched. The joy and strife buried in … Continue reading

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Iconography of the Heart

We see it haunting lockets, cards, carved into the breasts of trees or fingered into fresh cement, this shape of what does not exist: two upside-down teardrops fused at the ankles, their cries unheard. In red cardboard, a vault for … Continue reading

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