The Impresario Part Five

“My devoted young novice, all men are liars.” “And you, chevalier, are the worst of sinners, to call me by that name.” “I am, I own it…yet, by faith, I shan’t die unredeemed, dear Regalus. The false priest whom I served Minting coin with his blasphemous arts Pilgrims to Ste.-Geneviève’s shrine he canvassed Offering his […]

The Impresario Part Four

Comes the impresario with a servant Of his host shouldering mystery on a brancard Lost staging pictures, lulled by the flare and death of flame Fairgoers enticed, he sees them, made to long For itching curiosity relieved A glimpse inside He stops, the way is thickening with bodies Singing comes to his ears and the […]

This Preserve

And the starling, though despised, prefers to say: “This preserve is not my native place.” The man who cares for nature leads Keeping a two-fingered grip on his zoom lens His Sibley in his armpit A lost wax welcoming grimace On the donor’s plaque seldom read Only when the bus is late, a heavy tread […]

The Impresario Part Three

Regalus masked moves lithe through the torchlit throng Pierre the Seer guides her, brusque in the distance he keeps But cocksure in his speech, his purpose strong She pities her poor Tortu and her small dauphin Like a mother, she has helped to feed and dress them She cannot tell the number of her years […]