Chard DeNiord: In my Unknowing
Oh taste and see. –Psalm 34, 8 . I was driving through the fields of Heaven when I realized I was still on Earth, because Earth was all I had … Continue reading
Chard deNiord: Where And How Blood Was Made
Her son’s dreadful bodies, buried by that mass, drenched the Earth with streams of blood, and they say she warmed it to new life, so that a trace of her … Continue reading
Chard deNiord: Poetry
The secret I have no say in keeping is safe with me and everyone else who sees himself in the space between the stars. How to tell what can’t … Continue reading
Chard deNiord: Lost Things
You find other lost things while looking for the lost thing, things that are consolations for what’s missing, things you also looked for with the same intensity that faded in … Continue reading
Chard deNiord: Song
. Memory’s needle tracked a groove until it bled. You called it “the little heaven of memory” and covered your ears. You called it “Please Please Please…” You sang along … Continue reading
Chard deNiord: The River Merchant’s Mistress, a Letter
Return to her in the mercy of desire no matter where she waits in … Continue reading
Chard DeNiord: How are you supposed to know who the poets are?
Too many good books are lost in the sea of hyperbolic blurbs, slick marketing, and over production. Robin Williams’ character, a recent Soviet defector in the 1984 film “Moscow on … Continue reading
Chard De Niord: The media continue to play into the terrorists’ hands
There are millions of Muslims who find the terrorist attacks in Paris and elsewhere reprehensible and antithetical to Islam. I heard a French Muslim, who is also a town official, … Continue reading →