Tag Archives: Prose

Retreat

I love being in your study, where I hate to move, lest I upset anything, as on an autumnal day, I never want to tread upon a fallen leaf, or change the play of light on branches of yellow and red. The chocolate-brown valet belongs right there against moon-white walls; your chair hasn’t been used, […]

Thomas

I got off the city-tram last night, and turned up a narrow alley-way, that led to the bus-stop for my connecting ride home. The doors to coffee-shops were closed; a black umbrella lay broken in one corner; and on the concrete ground was imbedded a message of the heart. Somebody loved somebody who loved her […]

Dark

What pleasure there is in sitting up on the couch in the small hours of the morning, sipping hot milk, looking out the window, where strings of orange bulbs on the horizon gleam like self-assurance, reading Whitman’s sublime Leaves of Grass, steeped in Chopin’s sweet Nocturnes, watching doctors on the silent tv fight to save […]

Best Friends

I am sitting here and the pale night-lamp, pretending to be day, spills over the desk. Leaning back on its paste-board support is a picture in a frame of Melissa and I, both in our stiff-collar, high school uniform, my hair pulled back in a pony-tail, hers in a short bob framing her face. Ironically […]

Mystery Blogger Award

  I would like to thank WCS Poetry — Food For The Heart (Bill) for nominating me to participate in this most fascinating award. Bill is the ultimate romantic poet of our century. With exquisite finesse and grasp of the limits and range of nuance, he plunges his readers into the depths of human emotion. […]

Phosphorescence

Before you, I wrote often in private. I was not concerned if nobody read my poems, only with the poems. My interests were tension, texture, emotional honesty. New words interested me for the effect they might have on those things. Funny, tension seems to alter with what we use to create it. They are not […]

Fumes that Billow

I was about to pack up for the day when the boss walked into our department. It was half past five, so the office was nearly empty. “Ah, both of you,” he said, gesturing to Paul and me. “Glad you’re still here.” I pulled a chair towards him, and Paul trotted over, straightening his after-hours […]