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Etched Joys, Wretched Joys

           Etched Joys, Wretched Joys “Rugby is full of dreary ghosts of dead hopes and remembered joys” ~ Rupert Brooke Lascelles was more than just another love For Rupert. Charles was Rupert’s first love, more Like God’s own “Fiat lux” while high above The chaos of...

Ultraterrestrial

                       Ultraterrestrial Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem My brothers’ lives are alien and far Away from mine.  The wives float, quite . . . unknown . . . Along with foreign things like...

Parthenogenesis Paternal

       Parthenogenesis Paternal If I were only Woodrow’s son, yes, just His son, not his and Helen’s, then my heart Would sing with dreams and poetry, gold dust Of life.  My mind would separate apart The pettishness of daily living from The mountain clouds of Florida...

Parthenogenesis

       Parthenogenesis Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If I were only Helen’s son, my heart Would be direct, or more direct, as straight As Queen Medea in her hate.  Apart From planning, I would be as...