Category: John Casteen

REGRETThis life, it is like conductingthe symphony of a warring country;the cellist has been shot through the wrist it’s all in,the horn player has buried his childand sworn off music.The conductor will never hear his piece as he hears it.Sometimes I wake between three and four, these winter nights,clenching tightly the what-is-not-there,and I can’t negotiate … Continue reading Regret by John Casteen