Barbara Hamby: The Tawdry Masks of Women
and when I see myself
in bus windows or store glass, the shock never wears off,
for I recognize myself and see a stranger at the same time
October 10, 2022 · 6 Comments
Michael Simms: Only You
I woke this morning remembering the room we had in Paris which looked out on the Seine.
June 26, 2021 · 16 Comments
Michael Simms: The Trojan Women
The slaves in the dark hold of the ship cannot climb out or go back to where things went wrong. There’s no light, no voice of comfort, just chaos and darkness where they have to find their own peace without the kindness of others.
March 14, 2021 · 14 Comments
Edna St. Vincent Millay: “Parisian Dream” by Charles Baudelaire
And, proud of what my art had done,
I viewed my painting, knew the great
Intoxicating monotone
Of marble, water, steel and slate.
July 31, 2020 · Leave a comment
César Vallejo: Black Stone on a White Stone
I will die in Paris on a rainy day,
a day I can already remember.
November 1, 2019 · Leave a comment
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