Paraphrasing some iconic author whose name I can’t remember speaking to the Paris Review, great characters are not photographs - they come to life from scratch. I do use sketches, drafts of portraits from the living, which I then try to mold and dress up according to their character potential. I’ll add wrinkles to their … Continue reading Isidora & Characters
Isidora & Prose
I am a painfully s l o w writer of prose and soaringwriterofverse. To my mind prose is convention & norm, poetry free form. In a poem, you can cut sentences in half wherever you wish and pile them up together in whatever shape you want You could never have that with prose.
Isidora’s Birth
Black phoenix born anew (hatches, hatches) orphan bird tries a flap and then two.
it is quiet
it is quiet my love I do not float away at your sight at your words at your matter of gray it is rooted my love like the ancient cool stream your reflection so close to the one I have seen and they're crappy, my love these words and the rhymes as it's born in … Continue reading it is quiet
1.000
I will not love you for your grey and your blue when I have already loved one thousand like you (and my ears are full of such idle haughty words) I will not chase you down the road when it leads only to time wasted when your feet are not hasting in my direction (and … Continue reading 1.000
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how can you not when you do give in to what you thought wasn't there when it is dare.
lullaby
shut your ears to the screaming silence of the night let your eyes give in to all the weight in your soul and sleep. dream as if you had never woken up.
