Just the same forevermore,
On the moonlit rock
by the silent shore
Known to the living
voice of the deep
Say, whose was the spirit
embodied in thee?
Lost in the wild woods
—dark and deep—
Look at the same round moon
with me
Category: Poetry
G-H-I
Gliding o’er the glimmering sea
And all we dream or wish for thee
The birthday morn when thou art three
When the days are all the same to thee
Here upon the quivering margin
Every star in yonder welkin
To grace henceforth Time’s diadem
In the years that followed
when days were dark
Beneath such skies
what need of chart?
D-E-F
Dances on the silent sea
Phantom forms that flit and flee
Ever bubbling on in glee,
Radiant sky
a boundless sea
Floating shadows
almost blended,
The long discussion
silent
ended
A-B-C
A hope and everlasting love–
Free as the stars that shine above
Bringing their message
across the deep
Onward the long
procession sweeps
Where tide and current
play hide and seek
Caught as it were in a tangled net
Till the stars we remember will not forget
Iphigenia
Iphigenia
collage (anatomical illustration, and blueprint) on Arches cover paper
7 1/2 x 11 inches
But you, Iphigenia, upon your head
Will the Argives wreathe a crown
Like a heifer, red, white, unblemished,
They will slash your throat.
For sacrifice.
Found poem created from the text of Euripides’ Iphigenia at Aulis.
Push back upon the shelf of silence
Push back upon the shelf of silence
collage (anatomical illustrations, found art, child’s dress pattern, and altered poem) on Arches cover paper
7 1/2 x 11 inches
Push back upon the shelf
Of silence all your thoughts
and morbid doubt
because your lips are dumb
and
The world is better off without.
And the wind had ebbed away
And the wind had ebbed away
collage (anatomical illustrations, magazine clipping, and altered poem) on Arches cover paper
7 1/2 x 11 inches
And the wind
had ebbed away
and left
the wildest notes
the shame
the darkest waves
the lava tide.
Revere
Revere
collage (map, found poem, and magazine images) on Arches cover paper
7 1/2 x 11 inches
On second thought I’m in no haste
To launch upon that boundless waste.
To drift unheeding day or night,
Or drop, like Jonah, out of sight.
The Wind
The wind begun to rock the grass
Emily Dickinson
The wind begun to rock the grass
With threatening tunes and low,—
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
The leaves unhooked themselves from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The lightning showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
The birds put up the bars to nests,
The cattle fled to barns;
There came one drop of giant rain,
And then, as if the hands
That held the dams had parted hold,
The waters wrecked the sky,
But overlooked my father’s house,
Just quartering a tree.
And Every Eye Speaks Loathing and Disdain
And Every Eye Speaks Loathing and Disdain
collage (anatomical illustration, found art, and map) on Arches cover paper
7 1/2 x 11 inches
Our promised joys are steeped in bitter pain;
And every eye speaks loathing and disdain.
Chickens are experts at disdainful, loathing looks. In fact, they may have invented the stink eye.
red paper boat 