The Art Divas / Divas of Verse

At Thomas Merton’s Grave We can never be with loss too long. Behind the warped door that sticks, the wood thru...

L'Albatros Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipage Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers, Qui suiv...

Mimesis My daughter                         wouldn’t hurt a spider That had nested Between her bicycle handle...

Dedication It’s true I never write, but I would gladly die with you. Gladly lower myself down alone with you into...

A Dream of Death I dreamed that one had died in a strange place Near no accustomed hand, And they had nailed the boards abo...

Allegro I play Haydn after a black day and feel a simple warmth in my hands. The keys are willing. Soft hammers strike. ...

A Scholar Pro captu lectoris habent sua fata libelli   The light is dying, and the clock has died; the page s...