Ages of Man

Ages of Man (a poem based on the “All the world’s a stage” monologue from Shakespeare’s As You Like It) Ages of Man   Infant: Out of the pellucid womb, I grasp for reeds I can weave Schoolboy: into a song. Hoping by a smile of favor, I may play Lover: a fragrant note. Soldier:…

Ophelia

Leaf oh leaf, of fleeting grief, where will you fall tomorrow? When once your vein laps up the rain so soon will flit your sorrow.   Bee oh bee, of majesty where will you rest your crown? When once the springs supplant your wings, so soon will wilt your gown.   Gannet, oh dear gannet…

The War of Rhyme and Prose

The Montagues and Capulets is a tale of tragic throes, yet nothing half as hapless as the war of Rhyme and Prose. Its fragments seem to tell the tale of rhythms crossing stars, that happened by their fervor to foment familial bars. Good Rhyme when met by pretense, in the riddle that was Prose skipped…