Ezra Pound Manifesto

The passion’s free without pentameter. The word, more than the sum of all its parts. Oppose the cosmic poet’s well-worn phrase. Descriptive hue; green, sunlit energy. Free, open verse: eternity’s white space. The spirit: forlorn faces in a crowd. Imagine death: ghost-blossoms on a bough. photo by Jacqueline Casey

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The End of Eden

“The End of Eden” Eve offered it to Adam: “Take a bite!” Meanwhile, the devil wormed his slimy way into the apple’s core and out of sight. “Hey, Eve, where did you find this fruit today?” My friend, the snake, said ‘eat it’ and I did.” As Eve complained her stockings had a run, poor…

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“The End of Love”

“The End of Love” That end to our emotions mixed with doubt.That chill is in the air and she’s a thief.Her danse macabre comes with September’s routwhen green things turn and wither with relief. When colors drunk with abnormalitycry out; their bloody cost then tossed to ground.Their voices hushed. Dry, crackled brevity.Plain-parted things, their dust cannot be…

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The View From My Back Door

The glow of silver trees against blue sky against a deeper royal blue ally as snow now blankets each and every limb with loving care, their mother covers them. The trees so loved by nature’s wintry blast it seems some artist covers to contrast. Her richest blue encircles icy trim with loving care, their mother…

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The Spider Woman’s Waltz

“The Spider Woman’s Waltz” She dances in my head as in a dream and raven are her eyes as onyx blown. As Autumn steps into her bleaker scene chill mist is in the air; cold-to-the-bone. “Oh, waltz with me”, said she; “Our time is brief and through the hills and valleys, dancing, go! I’ll bind…

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Life’s a Beach

“Life’s a Beach” Hello, you hula-skirted palm tree’s sway. I hear a ukulele’s wistful song. It’s borne upon the breeze that floats my way as shiny shells in water roll along. The scent of seaweed and the cry of gull beneath the yellow sun that glistens where the rushing waves of water stir my soul.…

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“Love is Blind on Such a Night”

“Love is Blind on Such a Night” Was on a summer solstice such as this when drunk with idleness, old Bottom napped. Awakened then, his new reflection kissed two donkey ears, a toothy grin, a sap! “Hee haw!”_ a screech, as his reflection frowns but through the eyes of love, Titania sees our hero, Bottom,…

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