A Part of the Elaboration

He stands alone at the podium, his horse voice [his joke] become a paper whisperer [ours]. He needs to go on speaking, he says, despite his throat. He will recite his poems. Once read, twice destroyed [no joke]. His mind is slowly sifting sentences from the past in to a confrontation with the future. SoContinue reading “A Part of the Elaboration”

Dante’s Cat, its Acoustics

A hawk-like silence guides his every step. The kill is but a breath away— to exhale, so quiet, so pale— Will nothing ever move again? Imagine how this consummate grace so precise now under a sun once perceived as wholly good, can spark a moment of death for but a moment’s inattention. Dante thinks ofContinue reading “Dante’s Cat, its Acoustics”