Disembodied voices in conversation evoke a symphony.
Harmony of speech flows from the cubed theater.
Coughs rat-a-tat-tat off smoke-soaked drums and
Whispers are violins of secrecy moving into mellow
Bass which tells the story. Yeah.
Bass tells the story. Yeah, yeah.
French horn soars over bass, violins and drums.
Chimes of laughter sweep lightly through.
Bass, string, horn, chimes, rat-a-tat-tat.
Yeah.
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th