poems by Thomas D
Thank you for this glimpse, Thomas! After looking up "Tabor light" (uneducated protestant, here), I love this poem's hint of glory.
Thank you, Elena Lee, for your kind words -- but surely the adjective of your parenthetical self-description is a mite exaggerated? Let us simply say of ourselves that we are both always learning!
The steak knives are playing the Ramones at full blast. The salad forks are dancing with the teaspoons to the tune of "Come On, Ei...