The Impresario: an alphabet (part five)

  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 […]

The Impresario: an alphabet (part four)

  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 […]

This Preserve (poem)

  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 […]