-âBeauty has a strangenessâ– Linda Gregg, from her poem, âFragmentsâ Mottled, veins afloat, shadows flicker, the lid dips, and resists, pupil presses outward, barricaded by flecks and flashes. Thin film, refracts. Blink. At night, involuntarily tears scour from all corners. Lambent lights, glow, gleamâand blink. Blink. Fight the darkness, its allure, and then only … Continue reading “Eyes On Him”