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Death and the Poet.
He was seen walking only with Her, and unafraid of her scythe. – The sun now on tower after tower, hammers on anvils – anvil on anvil, of the forges. Federico was speaking flattering Death. She listened. ‘Yesterday in my verse, friend, the clap of your dry palms sounded, you gave ice to my song,…
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Lady Dragon.
This is the second of the mylaw.net articles on the American midterms. As usual, please head thither for links to the articles on which my analysis is based- I do believe in credit, but setting up two sets of hyperlinks is my idea of too much work. Unless I have directly quoted from the article,…
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blues lovin’ fools.
Today was, for all kinds of reasons and many years ago, an important day in this life. I don’t have very many of those, and my way of dealing with momentousness is to find writing that will remind me of the day (so here we go again). Out of the chaos of my doubt…
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Parting Salvo.
As people I love and grew up with hit the merry mid ’20s, all one can be expected to do is to furnish them with poems in their revelry. This is the last hurrah for 2010 (well, as far as I remember; my memory is terrible at birthday-documentation.) This one is for someone whom, if…
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Verses to Apologize.
I am, it must be confessed, an enormous birthday spaz. I miss them in spades, and at length. These are not small transpositions- not by, say, a day, or even a week. I have been known to be off for months, calling people in June to wish them for February. I am liable to skip…