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National Poetry Month 27 – 64 AD
Down in the sewer, floating along the effluvium You can get a great view of what the city eats. The runoff from the tenement towers Where piss and shit rain down like showers From upper floors where no pipes go, And the ashes of the Christians burned by Nero For the nightlights that show off…
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Justa Grata Honoria Writes to Attila the Hun
“Here is my ring, I will not marry him. Come and take me away Attila, you strong man save me from this run-down world this cesspit of censer incense and lace. Take me away from middle managers and scheming mothers. Away from mosaic gold and lapis. I want to ride your pale horse through the…
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National Poetry Month: “Sack”
The barbarians are at the gate – except there are no more gates. The child emperor has failed the Eternal City sitting and playing with his cock while Alaric and his vandals prepare to rob us blind. We are blind. I called for the bishops to meet me here. The great bronze doors opened just…
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National Poetry Month: “Scribe”
I was told that these were dark times. How? I scratch all day long upon my parchment. All day long my hand cramps and burns. I read in the ancient codex I copy about the marble columns that held up the architraves of pagan Greek buildings. Whole treatises on their temples to fallen gods. But…
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A Fine Line
I have been an “artist” since I could pen to paper. I have dabbled in all the major mediums from oil paints to watercolor. I have found that pen and ink is my favorite. When I show my work to people the most common comment I get is “how do you not make mistakes?” I…
The Numinous Cosmos 