It’s funny. This poem was inspired by Lady Caroline Gray, who was a very foolish and unwholesome person, yet in my hands her Gothic pining turned into a sweet, wise acceptance of the Here and Now. When I intend my poems to be light, they burn black, and when I intend blackness, brightness results. Other…
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Life and Vagueries
I like vagueries best. Don’t give me rules – just guidelines. Allow me to flout tradition and make up my own mind. There are upsides and downsides, always exceptions. Pros and cons. Weak points and strengths. They provide reasons to flout stiff-necked laws but also reasons to embrace barriers. Always exceptions? There are even exceptions…
2 a.m. Assorted Gothic Cathedrals
“The earth shook and shuddered like a sheet of metal stretched between two boulders and shot at by boys with slings. The trees bent back with the wind and rebounded, slapping their flailing arms on the cliff-sides as clouds heavy with moisture sped across the sky, saturating the air with morose glowers. ‘Let me go,’…
The Blinding Day [in the style of Dali]
Sand, his round and empty eyes are staring through horizon’s line, the waves erode his rocky toes while diamonds in his innards brine. They toss like dice as each heartbeat sends sloughs of sluggish sediment, through every throbbing artery to harden all into cement. Night has veiled all but the stars. The statue…