The Art Divas / Divas of Verse

Love Poem with Tumor and Petrified Dog There is a tumor in my sacroiliac joint  and snowflakes in my coffee.  I’m in Iowa with the cats and ...

The Dictator in Prison   The dictator is writing poetry, poor fellow, poor us for saying poor fellow, since he, too, has a memory to conjure...

Hidden Things   From all I did and from all I said they shouldn’t try to find out who I was. An obstacle was there and it distorted my actio...

The Gods Abandon Antony When suddenly, at midnight, there comes the sound of an invisible procession passing by with exquisite music playing...

Weather Forecast   The spirit of rebellion also called hopelessness                                                               has begun ...

Cul-De-Sac Like all tyrants, my mother made decrees. The last straw was the law that said: no frogs inside the house. The lousy universe! I ...

Still Life with Rose   Like a foreskin being pulled back, the damask   reveals – pelvic bowl of pink-fringed shadow,   dense sweet-meat bloo...