Poem of the week: Ars Poetica, XI by Mary Jean Chan
A fresh spin on the sonnet, this subtle contemplation of art, love and language makes the poem into a home Ars Poetica, XI This is the myth of love’s tenderness:that it only heals and cannot wound.After thirty years of spinning aroundin space, you hear echoes, wildernessamong stars devoid of human tempers.Linger there — it is…