By Wallace Stevens Call the roller of big cigars, The muscular one, and bid him whip In kitchen cups concupiscent curds. Let the wenches dawdle in such dress As they are used to wear, and let the boys Bring flowers in last month’s newspapers. Let be be finale of seem. The only emperor is the … Continue reading The Emperor of Ice-Cream

Time, the place we can't escape. Where we offer up our dreams until our soul bleeds or is filled to bursting with the ecstasy of life. Where some of us are so afraid of dying, we become too afraid to live. Where we stand naked with our truth and clearly see that love is only … Continue reading Time

When life becomes hollow and empty and mothers are driven to their knees with broken hearts and crushed souls as the children are placed in unnecessary coffins, it is long past the time to cease the carnage Buried beside his grandmother, slain by another fancy man, swallowed beneath the green grass turned brown, covered over … Continue reading Madness

What miracle made this foundling. What is the thing that conceived of love? Was it just fate? What makes us creatures bond? Do the animals all have love too? What drives us to propagate ourselves? To make small versions. Is it love or just the nature of this universe? What force makes love devour will, … Continue reading The Foundling Love

Sailing on the wings of a blue-jay As the cock sings in the new day And the dew drops bribe the sun to rise By the last light of the moon beams eyes Another day to bear a song by Another day to sail the sky One more moment to shed a tear Of happiness … Continue reading Birds of the Day