Mutiny, or: Inner space

A quadrille In the form of a Than Bauk Just got the news that my muse has refused to aid me - betrayed me! Dismayed, I sigh. Thus denied, words won't fly without her about; and rerouting thoughts through new dots just leaves knotted lines. Undermined, I'm inclined to throw in my worn towel. Than… Continue reading Mutiny, or: Inner space

Selious, or: Sirry

My 1st Virelai Ancien I know, I know! Rhyme is passé! A game that little children play... But I feel young! Old school, they say, but who is 'they'? Besides, I never quite could stay my playful tongue. So, I suppose you'll have your say - Read to the end, then: yay or nay -… Continue reading Selious, or: Sirry

Anía, or: Greek for boredom

She plants a niggling little thought - This movie's boring! (though it's not) I have something you'd like to see... but, first, I'd have sweet poetry! Anía, please, I'm much too tired... My Dear, I know you're uninspired! I know too well your life is dull - Long, practiced fingers trace my skull... I feel… Continue reading Anía, or: Greek for boredom