O bulbous periwinkle, sunk in sodden goldenrod sand, your valve sets me a-tingle. Let me hold you in my hand. *** First in a series of twenty-one. In homage to Arthur Rimbaud and his Voyelles, but also to Binney & Smith Company, the creators of Crayola wax crayons.  I think of them as love poems to … Continue reading B among the Consonants