I have always written. To me it should be a normal function of living for every person on the planet. My poetry site www.delmarscove.com has traditionally been the repository of all this scribbling. While it's a nice thing to have, I have come to think of it as a kind of vanity. Blogs, I suppose, can be equally vain, but to the extent that they are an interface between oneself and an intimate community of friends, they can be useful. Having a second website that I pay money for and spend time updating, however, seems superfluous and rather self-agrandizing. At the same time, my sense of grandeur tells me that there might be people out there who want to read my poetry, and that instead of having to dig through blog posts, would like a convenient way to get to them. As a result, I have launched yet another site, Delmar's Cove a la Blogger, where I have already posted a bunch of my stuff. As soon as my domain name renewal for delmarscove.com comes up, however, I will be cancelling it. This way, I have a place to put my crap that takes minimal updating and that interested readers can subscribe to via RSS. In honor of the death knell of delmarscove.com after a decade of being owned by yours truly, here's two poems:

Consumed

The candle flares
Dancing to wind like music
And the darkness quivers
Unnerved by such dauntless show of shine
And the breath that blows
Is not seeking to extinguish
But to remind that fire is to burn
And though burning must consume --
Consumption leads last to death
But first
To the brightest kind of life.

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Couch with Wife

Her legs extend themselves
Deploy toes like emissaries
Who receive each other
Like teeth on a cog
Only to disengage
And wander off scratching.