Blessing, or: Curse — The skeptic’s kaddish

A poem in blank verse

The vociferous clamoring follows me, as I descend into the tunnels, fading slightly as I slosh through the wet, gurgling flow of words. Cringing, I recall the mob’s chanting: “Charlatan! Imposter!” Pipes clink and quiver, releasing tonal rhythms of steam around me, drowning out the distant blabber. Here, deep within […]

Blessing, or: Curse — The skeptic’s kaddish