The poems in this collection are a treasury of fragile meditations and chipped singing, moments of insight and yearning that are perhaps more beautiful for their sudden and unlikely emergence among stone gray walls. Most of them, are told from the perspective of an alternate (and purely imaginary) sub-scene to William Shakespeare’s Tempest, where after raping Miranda, Caliban is jailed by Prospero. During his incarceration, a slavegirl who shares his fate, falls desperately in love with him. These are the love poems they share during the long nights of their imprisonment.
The Caliban Ballads
Silver is the sound of a wish
as it dissolves, a backward glance,
and my body begins slipping back,
cold, the tears of an angel shedding its skin,
isn’t that how suffering begins?
Its darkness winding off my lips,
I am cold (again)...
~A Sordid Fairytale~