“‘Mother, why do you not stay still when I would embrace you? If we could throw our arms around one another we might find sad comfort in the sharing of our sorrows...” (The Odyssey, book 11, trans. Samuel Butler) We can only meet now in stories, living and dead. We cannot speak, we cannot touch,… Continue reading Destini Incrociati
How did you do it? How did you leave your love on a page? How did you render the ships, the tall factories, the bent backs, Cracked hands, secret flames, mouths and salted thighs - How did you write the current of the prairie and the muddy labyrinth of the city So that we still… Continue reading Comrades and Lovers v. 3
...I was art, you said, you wanted me, And I wanted to call you mine. But you chose another lover, And you let the cup run dry.
I set a lovely table, I offered you my finest wine, But you had another appointment, And you let the cup run dry.You could have stayed with me, my dear, And I could have called you mine. But you chose to answer another desire, And you let the cup run dry.You said you wanted me,… Continue reading “I wish there was a treaty we could sign”
(The formatting is not done by far yet, and what is enjambment, even? But at least here's some work :)) I must become, I must become - I am the winter witch, I am the lover, the dying lover, I am the blade that gnaws the wheat. I must keep becoming, a carapace sliding from… Continue reading 2 poem drafts
Do you ID as Queer/GNC? Are you in Central NJ? Do you write poetry? Stop by and come on in! I'm still working out things like venues, times, dates.
Sometimes I talk back to dead poets. What do you want from me? My entire life is talking to people that don't listen, so why not talk to those that can't? In 1900 Walt Whitman published Leaves of Grass, which contained "Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun". In this poem he entreated, in his effusive… Continue reading Works in Progress: Comrades and Lovers
This is well and truly a work in progress. I haven't really touched this in years. I had been playing with the phrases, even trying to translate them into Spanish to keep my brain limber. No clue what it means or where it came from. I just really like the word "primordial" and I'm fascinated… Continue reading Works in Progress: Mother Tongue
I have been working at this bastard for years. I think I am at Oscar Wilde's famous point of taking a comma out all morning then putting it back in at night. Among the many things that make me think of images, lines, and phrases is "The Sublime". I have always loved the aesthetic extreme,… Continue reading Works in progress: Sea of Ice