The huge corsage of mums
Was a cruel joke
The senior boys pinned on
Glori who nevertheless
...
Lambs in limbo kneel before a graze.
I place your curtsy at stone eyestops.
menace
Sliding with amorphous sheen
...
Once again solace will host the county fair.
I arrive to find my mother and father are there.
It is evening. The lights anticipate
The darkness yet to come.
...
while he was here
he did not speak.
did not we think
he could not speak?
...
Our leaders and followers
Altho obliged to give false
Reasons, are right
To espouse torture (for
...
Lies are telling falseness upon the void
Where won't lie your purest heart
Faces confound gear in packed straw
...
So long held silent under lock and key...
Who will fall captive to his song now free?
...
The acetates haunt every storage space
Since they were discovered hiding,
Lying within a household chest of drawers.
...
Once more his lament
Has set upon me.
I'm caught in the spell
...
Skyward eyes in evening...
It's after dusk we're shown
The luminous magic of stars
To everyone no matter
...
I was born into a musical family and music has been the dominant factor in my life as long as I can recall. Yet the creative impulse itself has always been the driving force in my every endeavor, whether it is playing piano, painting in oils, or writing poetry and vignettes. To compose a poem is, for me, just another way of making music.)
Graduation
The huge corsage of mums
Was a cruel joke
The senior boys pinned on
Glori who nevertheless
Wore it with pride
On her graduation death-gown
(from Quintet for a Murdered Outcast)