BY THIS AUTHOR
Grand Profession
“but now alas, All measure, and all language, I should pass, Should I tell what a miracle she was”

June
We arranged the chess pieces on a silver serving tray as a mingled array of white and black for corresponding squares - so that, despite my efforts, the Queen could not attack...

We Once Were Noise

For some strange reason,
we found a ball of sound:
acoustic movements,
that stretched until dawn,
plugging and voices,
separate and divided, characteristically strong,
unpredictable pauses,
in the twilight of right and wrong,
rhythms and rhymes,
fumbling from chords without a real song.
For there was reason
to our ball of sound,
as the strums and screams
summoned the sunrise, and it lasted long.

By JPV

Copyright February 2006

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