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The New or the True

      The New or the True Perhaps it is a false dilemma in That sometimes what is new contains the real And what is old is sullied with the sin Of boredom, truth that doesn’t make us feel Its force but leaves us yawning.  Still, if truth Is lost in cleverness, the...

To Everything There is a Season

There are two versions of this sonnet below.  The gender  of the lover is male in one and female in the other.  Enjoy your pick. To Everything There is a Season With April in his eyes he came to me. They had a springtime certainty and wet With hope they came with...

Pure and Gold

               Pure and Gold ….. They rise, two domes, one white, one gold, and knurled Like pleated manna ice cream, exotic, Exoticism of the East, a world Away. Here they are, almost erotic Because they are so beautiful and shaped Like love, or like our loves...

Getting Away with It

Getting Away with It Socrates said, “Alcibiades is unhappy because everywhere Alcibiades goes, Alcibiades takes himself with him.” If you were in a rented room with Paul On Howland Street, you too would want to spend Your time away from him, away from all That...

Forbidden Fruit/Fruit interdit

Forbidden Fruit/Fruit interdit Imagine then a little boy who finds A house set back alone in orange trees That has its windows barred but has no blinds. Inside a wonder world of toys he sees, The sorts of toys which everyone like him Would want.  He tiptoes high to...

Heartless Books

          Heartless Books He spiralled through erotic books complete With spelling errors, and Church Latin ones, Complete with telling errors, sneered at sweet Tales “read by grandmothers” but not their sons. He even leafed through little children’s books But not...