Derelict: i had the pleasure of takingan excellent creative writing course this past semester in which we were encouraged to write "persona" poems. This one is about me, but narrated by someone with whom i was very heavily..err...smitten (and, as you can see, is not at all favourable...who said all writers are narcissistic? [wink]).
Epilogue: another from the same class, the narrator this time should be easily recognizable. [bigger and more obvious wink].
Deidre of the Sorrows this is a poem i wrote while
doing some early morning gazing at an incredible picture that my uncle Charles drew...
which was BTW entitled "Deidre of the Sorrows" In Celtic mythology, Deidre
possessed legendary beauty, but it brought her nothing but pain.
some thoughts on Madame F
this is a piece i wrote in response to a one woman show i saw recently, in which a young woman survives the Holocaust by playing in the concentration camp orchestra; the orchestra that greeted the doomed as they left the box cars & later in the same evening entertained butchers with love songs.