Lately I've enjoyed getting reacquainted with old friends in different ways and places, and each time I've stretched a little to do ...

Skyjinx by Gideon Burton  In ripping ribbons melted into mist, to clotted cloths that stanch the evening's wound-- these quiet clouds d...

In Mighty Prayer by Gideon Burton In mighty prayer, soft-pleading past what voice what kneeling hours in soft petitions task, my mouth ...

Man of Sorrows by Gideon Burton after Isaiah 53:3-5 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and ...

Well, I'm teaching my Civ course about Modernism this week, so in the spirit of T.S. Eliot, I offer this little bit of broken glass. Pr...

One of my students, Ariel Szuch , introduced me to a version of one of Shakespeare's sonnets that was so compelling that I wanted to sha...

Reading Rekindled by Gideon Burton Though books have been my constant friends these years, and sit as sentinels upon my shelf, their pa...

The Thresholds by Gideon Burton Events conspired to carry me toward that seam of sky hemmed tight along the crest where heaving greens ...

Beacon by Gideon Burton Attending to the wounds again. The sky undressed unclotting, losing moons. The sea congealing, thatching thick ...

Sovereign Sea by Gideon Burton It rules us all: the ocean. Thick with hair, with oily condensations of the moon, with tides that rise a...