Havoc skulks within,
a prisoner lives inside,
pains and sufferings cheer in triumph.
There's no escape -- I'm imprisoned,
unable to defend myself,
powerless to fight a crippling condition.
I'm doomed, doomed,
as I struggle to find freedom from this misery.
I cling to a flicker of hope --
hang onto a tenterhook killing time.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
