To Break A World
Mary, mirror your lover’s error; pass the lipless kiss, Word without letters, to flow, sowing waves–no sound, dry witness, no bounds– Imagine the blue mute Singer, her green seeds growing a dirty ditty in all willing and open to cut the immaculate but immaterial cords.
Yellow Sins
Suicide is a coward’s way. Living life is another coward’s route. Cowards, the shallow way of all slouching, shouting about straights they deserve. Spit, momma’s sons of the night. Ladies of the dawn dye their cares in the sea of the city. Lives unreal. From dusk until sunrise, senses reflecting off skyscrapers stunted, tricked, gold capers light-playing metal, bricks, mirrors, errors lost in their design.
The Black Ball: The Synopsis
It’s been in print for eight years and, during that time, it’s likely fewer than eight have read it all the way through, and even more likely even fewer have understood what they were reading. It is for those very few (and for those who may daringly attempt to read it in the future) that I have posted a detailed synopsis of the The Black Ball, a dramatic narrative poem or, if you prefer, a verse novel. The Black Ball: The Synopsis…
New Poems: Spring’s Fall
To those of you who were waiting with bated breath… Please note the entirety of the narrative dramatic poem Spring’s Fall has finally been posted. You may find it in the “Collections” section.
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