Beware the use of adjectives, the holiest of gowns. They turn your nouns chameleon, when Barnum comes to town. The noun is self-sufficient when it tells you lie from truth. The conjurer will mix them with gold and silver, ruth- less in redefining the language to fit his needs. Entitlement becomes the unearned benefit andContinue reading “Stealing metaphors”
Monthly Archives: December 2017
Chronicling the abyss
Dante anteceded Don Quixote when he probed the depths of hell. Each circle brought him deeper through the deadly sins of yore. Sweet wife of George, not Beatrice, centers the life I lead, and while she slept profligacy managed to reemerge. America’s sad tale of take and take from the labor of the hoi polloiContinue reading “Chronicling the abyss”
Canvases are flying
Into the wind they sail like paper airplanes, afloat on the molecules of moisture, and then they come soaring down into puddles of mud and stained with grass. They doted on the child who was born with golden hair, eyes of innocence, red apples at lunch and a banquet – a table set for dinner-Continue reading “Canvases are flying”
While you were sleeping
My mother sits beside me, I warm her hands with mine, her eyelids close in sleep – her memory is lost in better times. The 1930’s were dark – but from this darkness came a deal for the ages. The farmhouse of her youth was reached by the REA*. The mother of my youth, knowsContinue reading “While you were sleeping”
Anne's mediocre poetry 