The Quiet Muse

I stop to watch a star shine in the boghole--
A star no longer, but a silver ribbon of light.
I look at it, and pass on.

--Joseph Campbell, "Darkness"

The majority of the poetry linked below is from what I like to refer to as my "black period". Some of it can be rather morbid and, in some cases, disturbing. If maggots and cockroaches give you a mean case of "the heebies", you might want to turn back.

I'm not one to add commentary to poetry. As a general rule, I believe it imposes an extra bias on the reader's interpretation. Therefore, I will say this all at once: I hope each reader finds something in this collection that makes a difference, however small.

-Ed Robinson


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