by Mark Todd
“The limit of ‘the secant line’ is ‘the tangent line.’” – John H. Matthews & Russell W. Howell, “The Tangent Parabola” in The AMATYC Review
Their remarks cut seldom perpendicular, nor to the heart’s core, hers a secant of intent, an entry aimed to exit near his fleshed circle of defense, and bleeding thin remorse. But truer than his glancing tangents, never deep enough to bruise or leave a scar worth healing. These geometers who dally, who trig with shallow words that never touch.
Mark Todd teaches at Western State College of Colorado, where he also serves as program director for Western’s MFA in Creative Writing. He has two collections of published poetry, Wire Song (Conundrum, 2001), and Tamped, But Loose Enough to Breathe (Ghost Road, 2008).