The sonnet sequence, "My Human Disguise," of 600 ekphrastic poems, was begun February 2011 and completed January 15, 2022. It can be found beginning with the January 20, 2022 post and working backwards. Going forward are 20 poems called "Terzata," beginning on January 27, 2022. Thirty more Terzata can be found among the links on the right. A new series of dramatic monologues follows on the blog roll, followed by a series of formal poems, each based on a single word.
From infancy, we’re in its guts,
The beggars and the golden Tuts,
Until, when the Whaler cuts
Through blubber and sets us free,
We dive and thrash the freezing sea.
Decades on we still remember:
We were like insects in amber,
Protected, even transported,
Blind, yes, our hearing distorted
By the aggravated rumble
Of its great heart. We were humbled,
Every one of us alone.
We each had our one whale to own,
Yet we escaped to live or drown.
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