Lizzy’s Sonnet Seemingly no place to go That inner voice now quiet, asleep While rages ‘round the burlesque show That is life, the one that’s
Atop the Acropolis Swimming uphill through the heat to the lip of the Acropolis, I touch every cut and broken stone as if comforting
ON A THEME OF MATTHEW ARNOLD’S The scholar gypsy never moved. He stayed as still as the center of a record. No sound escaped
Canzone Late summer’s clouds flame-out. The cresting sun- rise slashes pink and mauve upon the sea. One might mistake Frank for some favorite son.
CASINO BEFORE DAWN A dead fly on the piano, no one playing. Weary wanderers hunt for fun, dollar bills like security guards who are
After hearing Mahler Five Too long, you said of Mahler, the lone taste we didn’t share, proof that I am separate apart from the