TO THINK THAT WORDS
Poems by Lawrence Carradini

Fields of Lilies,

I am insane
to think that words

can

capture


that

which
mind

cannot falcon

grasp.


Throw stones at

me,
kiss my

feet, what'er

day makes sense.


None do

In many
ways; like small

insects, like

large snows.

A garden grows

in this
anyway.

Lilies burrow,

Life ascends.


Lawrence Carradini is the author of the poetry chapbook Burning Heads, VB Documentation Enterprises, Natick, MA (available: B&N on line). Larry has recently had poetry published in Mobius, The Long Island Quarterly, the on line journals, Jack, PoetryBay, and PULSE, and Syracuse University's, Salt Hill. He has recently had poems translated into Chinese by Professor Chu-an Wen appear in the journal, Contemporary Foreign Literature, Nanjing University, Nanjing, China. Originally from central Long Island, he is currently living in Lowell, Massachusetts. Larry is the President and Chairman of the Board of Directors of Lowell Celebrates Kerouac.