Richard Williams

Three Stories

It was a dismally beautiful afternoon. In fact, it was so beautiful that Samantha wondered if it would ever end. The trees were so green, the light green that only early spring can offer.

Selected Poems

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Walt Whitman, New Age Poet

His was certainly a transcendental joy, and it colors and suffuses nearly all he wrote. Critics traditionally responded to such spiritual ecstasy with doubt and the inability to comprehend: one has to be in a mystical set — on the way to illumination — before one can be illumined.

Earth as a planet needs tending to

One cant love without fear of exposing / tender parts to pain, nor can one leave / love to feeling incomplete, to make sense / from pain, never-ending, like glare.

Untitled (Literary Magazines)

We asked Richard Williams, THE SUN’s poetry editor, to assess the literary magazines published in and near Chapel Hill.

Selected Prose Poems

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