Where have you gone, my lonely friend? Why have you gone away? I’m here by the fire, to tend my sick. I’ll come on a better day. Where are you hiding, my lovely friend? Why I can’t I hear your song? I’m singing at home, though my voice is tired You’ll hear it, I’m sure, … Continue reading "Where Have You Gone, My Lonely Friend?"
Hang around here in the blogosphere And you’ll notice a thing, or two — Like you can discuss almost anything ‘Cause here, nothing’s really taboo. You can write in detail about that one bad habit Or write about sex more than rabbits can have it. Politics, faith and your first ovulation; An interesting blog would … Continue reading "Observationalia"
Baby Dependent, powerless Reaching, grasping, hungering Satisfied in love’s embrace Child Changing Powerful, animate Reaching, grasping, searching Unhappy alone or accompanied Growing Conqueror Dominant, willful Reaching, grasping, controlling Fleeting joys of victory Winner Soulless Friendless, valueless Reaching, grasping, stealing Slowly fading, ever fading Hollow
I took an elastic band. I drew dots on the band each one inch apart. I nailed one end of the band to a table. I stretched the band. The farther from the nail a dot was, the greater the distance moved. This is a property of expanding things that are constrained on one side. … Continue reading "Full Stop Period Piece"
Here am I, where no one knows the way. I sleep in shadow through the creeping day. I think it best to not get up again And haunt once more the avenues of men. My sister lives here too, she was the first To find this place; before our bubbles burst And spent themselves, quite … Continue reading "The Albany Neglected"
Early and dark, Arena lies In shadows — Long and empty halls Where later, streams of bubbling crowds Pour into seats in rivulets; But dark, Arena lies. The girl who dreams, the boy who sleeps, They rise and tumble, lift and fall; And later, stand enormous, proud — But now lie calmly at their rest; … Continue reading "Into the Arena"
RONDO The story’s new, the day has just begun And eyes shine brightly in the morning sun Which runs its smooth quotidian arc To hand the same old story to the dark. THE GREAT INVISIBLE I am the great invisible – Not a part of any story, Biding in no category, Somewhere, lost in inventory, … Continue reading "Two Poems – “Rondo” and “The Great Invisible”"
Life is a night Dreams fade in and out of focus – drifting – Flights of freedom; visions of passion; The heart moves; the heart breaks; While time goes by unnoticed. Knowing the alarm will ring – we may even know when – It surprises us when it comes, nonetheless. The morning comes, inevitable.
This isn’t a theatrical review in the traditional sense. If it was, I would talk about the Red Door Theatre in Union Springs, Alabama; what all was involved in staging “The Christmas Letters”; and the many fine performances that comprised that staging, both dramatic and musical. But I’m not going to do that. I would … Continue reading "The Christmas Letters"