By Richard LeDue Bach’s cello suites are precise emotion:the sort of mathematicsthat ruins wordsand the kind of feelingthat diminishes numbers,while a poem like this triesits damnedest to be musical,even though it has more in commonwith the silence in a librarythan any prelude. Richard LeDue (he/him) lives in Norway House, Manitoba, Canada. He writes poems. His … Continue reading As Baroque as I’ll Ever Get
Academy of the Heart And Mind 