The Impresario: part twenty-three

Posted by ractrose on 29 Apr 2017 in Art, Poems

    The Impresario Part Twenty-Three   A laughing cadre of three…Pierre, the Dauphin Enter with the ease of welcome guests They, and the young man, Renald Pass in chatter the vintner’s threshold Pierre notes Tortu waits them by the hearth, alone. Forcing a smile, he says, “Renald. You must join our guild, and leave […]

The Impresario: part twenty-two

Posted by ractrose on 22 Apr 2017 in Art, Poems

  The Impresario Part Twenty-Two   Pierre signs to his three companions, palm to palm Closes this L like a trap door shutting on A bird in hand…or tiger by the tail They know their roles The wax-man can grow no paler, but glowers and drops his jaw The Dauphin returns a thin, ironic smile […]

Gravity Hold the Moon (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 20 Apr 2017 in Art, Poems

    Gravity Hold the Moon   Gravity hold the moon Being that we haven’t drowned ourselves We haven’t known If the shift and sway of a fatter sea Would jolt the center Miscalculate our science And cast you free We fly away with our celestial tin cup To learn whether some other moon will […]

The Tick of a Second Hand

Posted by ractrose on 14 Apr 2017 in Art, Poems

  My Titanic poem. Harry Widener, one of the victims, had purchased while abroad a 1598 edition of Francis Bacon’s essays. It was in his possession when he went down with the ship.       The Tick of a Second Hand   The landing gear came down And a long becalming slick Smothered the […]

My Curious Reading: In and Out of Conservatism

Posted by ractrose on 12 Apr 2017 in Non-Fiction

My Curious Reading In and Out of Conservatism         Many, if not most, acts are prompted by their environment: pressured, permissive, insular, cooperative, anti-social, etc., and by the spirit of the times, whether or not the actor is fully conscious of this. I had been thinking of the Tylenol killer, of creating […]

The Impresario: part twenty

Posted by ractrose on 8 Apr 2017 in Art, Poems

    The Impresario Part Twenty   The hour demands chicanery But Pierre’s mood weighs low his spirit He perches on an oaken chest Fine-carved in fingered leaves, knobbed round With acorns…an uncomfortable seat In a house of placid comforts Too excellent withal for a humble man to contemplate With ease, this room, but if […]

The First Idea (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 2 Apr 2017 in Art, Poems

    The First Idea   The first idea the two women jotted down Was a spoof on the bodice-ripper “Wait. You make me think. Could you do something dark…? A take on Jack the Ripper.” “We could do anything. How about Passion’s Savage Heart…that seems jokey enough. See if the name’s been used. Lemme […]