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The Cruelty of Saint Valentine

St. Valentine, they say, was lost in love; and on his heart’s desire was so affixed that nothing here on earth or found above could heal him from sly Cupid’s arrow prick. St. Valentine, it seems, so loved himself that … Continue reading

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Nothing is more true: a terza rima

How much more could I love you than I do? It surely may seem possible, and yet in those dear days left to me (all too few) to think that I could possibly forget or cast aside the one light … Continue reading

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A lover’s question: a débat

He says, “I cannot find the words.” She says, “Well, you just did; and furthermore, it’s very clear what’s been done and been hid. There is no sense in acting like you’d sooner up and die; it is not poison, … Continue reading

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Something’s Coming

I got a feeling things are gonna be all right; just a feeling there is something in the air tonight: something growing from the ground underneath my shoes, something coming, gonna chase away these blues. Maybe it’s you, maybe it’s … Continue reading

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For Starlight: cancione

I cannot claim to know her; at best, I’ve mapped the surface: those little nooks and crannies that she feels like revealing. More knowledge would not help me; to understand more deeply, would take a lifetime’s effort and skills beyond my grasping. But what she deigns to show me, that small part I can handle, in just over a decade
has become sun- and moon-rise: my alpha and omega. There is no life without her, no breath, no flowing current; she is my one and only. Continue reading

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I Love the Way: a blank verse

I love the way the world unfolds at times: in sudden spurts of random energy that interrupt a boring, same old day; and with a moment’s notice, nothing more, release some new unknown into the mix. I love the way … Continue reading

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The Sound of Her: an alba or aubade

Below the quiet hum the waking world makes as earth turns slowly sun-ward each new day, before the civil bustle starts in earnest and clutters the ear’s palette with its play, in those few silent moments, as I lay still … Continue reading

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