Forked Lightning (Ten New Villanelles)

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;

I lift my lids and all is born again.

– Sylvia Plath

I: In Which Four Villanellians Meet in Heaven

II: Time and Rhyme

III: The Age of Prose

IV: New Metaphors of Elemental Fire

V: Splendid Rock

VI: The Dialectic of Surfeit and Need

VII: Funessence, Square of Life

VIII: Furlongs Thick and Fathoms Deep

IX: Accessing the Real (or, Dazzling Chrome)

X: The Universe Is God Enough for Me

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