Mature poetry from a master wordsmith, dealing with crises of cancer and pandemic, redeemed by the joy and comfort of physical love. In the poem Serpentine from his new collection CAPRICORN, VENUS DESCENDANT, Michael Joyce describes himself Caught in his own cleverness, tumbling through too damn many words for what's /something everybody knows--but he's kidding, really, for surely no one is more in love with words than Joyce, or more...