Ashes of Mid Autumn

Elizabeth. With the utterance of her name, Ashes of Mid Autumn begins a series of correspondence from one poet in America to another in Germany. The letters detail a turbulent love affair that reaches down into the wells of madness and obsession. These often poetically-written letters question the nature of both love and despair while telling a complex tale that begins in the heart and ends in the mind. “What have I overlooked? It seems impossible that I’ve overlooked anything when everything now stands in nakedness,” our poet writes.

All That Does Come of Madden'd Days

“Consider this an open grave For never again A calm of words Never a thirst not burdened Or a sense not pawned To the unwelcome of shelter Here we drink wines to drift off alone …” I welcome you, Ladies and Gentlemen, to the poetry of D. Garcia-Wahl