Win or Lose: Sicilian septet

So often, when it comes to win or lose (or what we each define as either one) the pathways offered that we tend to choose reflect the adage “ends as it’s begun”. Could be the reason why we sing the blues (and why not? Can you name a better one?). Roll over, Ludwig; tell Peter […]

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In Between: séadna

Perhaps there is no in between; it’s either pitch black or light. You inch forward or slip backwards, fight each turn of day to night imagining in fierce battle you will lose your coward’s mask. Believing in some great reward, you ask your sword to hold fast. There is no time for fool questions, no […]

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Don’t Kill the Siren: sapphics

Now whose voice is singing out words of warning, as the low light, glittering, slowly fading, starts to flicker tenuously, letting darkness silently swallow other points now wavering on the shoreline? When those bridges crumble for their reasons, will they turn the oceanside’s brightness inward, quietly shifting all their burning energy from their borders, glowing […]

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Colors Besides Black

There are some other colors besides black, I once said upon my exit from the goths; and yet, when all the world is shades of gray, where people tend to seek polarities, how many days are suited for pastels? For secondary shades, one must be bold and smile through every hopeful lie and fantasy: the […]

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Sailing to the Islands: rubai / rubaiyat

Across the western sea the islands gleam like jeweled notes that play, or so it seems, a wild and rugged song, steeped in romance and stories that delight the night with dreams. The winds, when they are willing, swirl in dance in steps not of America, or France, but in a strange and sensual caprice; […]

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It Is Their Flag: roundelay

Almost in spite, some fools seem to keep trying. They seek a balance where mad chaos reigns; they fight for life, despite death’s constant sighing, giving their all for sake of what remains. It is their flag that in the dark stays flying, and puts self-serving cowardice to shame. They fight for life despite death’s […]

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