Description Eros stricken, Peter Marcus has explored, and fled to and from, some eighty countries, writing poetry that honors the English language wherever he is.
If you spend time with him this afternoon, I think you will keep his company for years..
His poetry clarifies what we are not quite thinking.
Marcus has earned the right to sit at a Thanksgiving table with the Devil, James Joyce, strangers, and his own family.
Still he ties himself into and escapes from lyrical straitjackets.
Marcus is touched in the head, soul, and body; blessed, a father of twins: poetry and music.
A poet, patient, shrink, he practices in Eden and the twenty-first century.
His guides are historians, geographers, fallen stars, and other poets.
Description Eros stricken, Peter Marcus has explored, and fled to and from, some eighty countries, writing poetry that honors the English language wherever he is
