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.
Belle’s Toll
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)...
So full of depth...but you truly would have been more read when your wings were wide open to flight.
You cannot blink without emitting beauty my dear old friend.
Amor
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help. Beautiful
