Mark Kirby, retired after thirty-five years in cyberspace at the Social Security Administration, writes from his native Baltimore.
Article Poem | Untitled Days are come when pleasure is become pain, / come winter short and passing and again By Mark Kirby October 21, 2020 Poetry
Article Poem | After Paradise Reading Dante changes everything: / the vision is the fact / and the vision an eternal spring / an angel-muse makes exact. By Mark Kirby January 31, 2020 Poetry
Article Poem | Stanzas on Time and Grief The fleshy lilies dried up, turnt thin / and aged, like veined parchment skin. By Mark Kirby January 31, 2020 Poetry
Article Poem | Autumn, Starting from Littlemore Before the fire before the coming darkness, the feast: / the donning & shedding of vestments: / the happy funeral of autumn. By Mark Kirby November 1, 2019 Poetry
