Category Archives: Poetry & Prose

Greater life hath no man than this: that an old man lies down in love with an old lady friend. For passion to soar so high When skin, it droops so low: What great life you have, my dear! 80 … Continue reading →

My sister doesn’t live here anymore Down the hall, from my room Near the stairs. I don’t either. But in my mind she lives Down the hall, from my room And if I close my eyes in bed Far away … Continue reading →

I do not envy your song, songbird Your musicality allowing men the ability to perceive Freckles and leaves These music notes are lovely, quite Your performance soulful, full of power, and yet Somehow redundant For as a girl, I am … Continue reading →

You tell me “start humming a melody” You tell me “go purchase a drum” It’s time to step down from my high horse And stop waiting for you to come. But my organ is not quite the ordinary It’s odd … Continue reading →

The Muses wouldn’t give me music for my poem – Oh, deficient poem. And Jesus wouldn’t give me harmony for my soul – Oh, sorry soul. Guitar strings and violins, why so far away from me? Virtue and conversion, won’t … Continue reading →