Tag Archives: Poetic Interludes
Poetic Interlude XVI
In the esoteric morning When the sun has crawled my way And I’ve woken far too early With a rising urge to pray – With the rigid miles between us That will shortly bring you night, As I listen to … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude XV
This was just written, Gentle Reader, this very minute. There was a lengthy process that took hours that I used, and I’m not really certain how I feel about this piece just at the moment, or if it was worth … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude XIV
Greetings, Gentle Reader. I’m afraid that I’m in rather a drear frame of mind. Therefore, your poems for today reflect that. Enjoy! The Heavens As featureless as Sunday Sky My future loves lie plain: Cloudbanks stretched to breaking point, … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude Lucky XIII
When you read this, Gentle Reader, I should be up at Seattle Pride. The parade should be over by this point – although I doubt that I’m walking this year: the bad knee, while improving, would seem to prohibit it. … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude XII
I was thumbing through a lost notebook, Gentle Reader, and for this week’s Poetic Interlude I thought I’d post some of the unpolished fragments I found. A few of them have been worked over since, turned and tuned; these are … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude XI
Gentle Reader, this week’s poetry turns back to when I was first in love. Enjoy. St. George I’ll slay the beasts that growl within, A psychotropic knight, And I’ll become your next of kin, And soothe the serpent’s bite. Oh, … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude X
I haven’t been doing so well this week, Gentle Reader. For the last two I’ve been going strong: productive, cheerful, alive. The last few nights have been spent fending off the inevitable descent as long as possible. It’s never possible … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude IX
Happy Sunday, Gentle Reader! I’m going to try to keep Poetic Interludes to Sundays. At any rate, here comes one now! The Prophets Tell me how the prophets were When they were young men – Did they lust, and drink, … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude VIII
I’m only reasonably certain that I haven’t posted these before, Gentle Reader. Whatevs. It’s Sunday, and I’m going to try to make Sunday the Day of the Poetic Interlude. There’ll be a new post in a day or two, kids. … Continue reading
Poetic Interlude VII
Greetings, G.R. I’m feeling much less morose than last night, and, in fact, am bursting at the seams with productivity. As I have a lot to accomplish today, and because I’ve been neglecting you, here’s some poetry. Also, Miss E. … Continue reading