Summer Souls Comments

I recently wrote the intro to another book of PH poets edited by Fabrizio. The opening sentence goes: THERE IS A BOUNDLESSNESS IN POETRY WHICH THOSE OF US WHO LOVE IT READILY GRASP. What word can better describe one of your poems than boundless? And I respond to them with alacrity, wonder, dismay, intrigue - well, you get the picture. But how can I compress my thoughts made boundless by your poem into these tiny boxes PH provides? // You have two images which struck me: COLDEST LONELIEST MOON and TRUE LUMINOUS SUN. You located yourself in that moon in the next line. No, No! You live under and by means of the rays of that TRUE LUMINOUS SUN. The moon can only cast a cooled-down refracted light. Your light is original fire, its origin can only be stellar. The reader before me called this poem INTOXICATING. Exactly.

Intoxicating! You've captured something here, there, then, when.