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.
Now is perpetually new:
My hands in dishwater soap,
Or two hawks locked in mews
In air that inhales, exhales hope —
Nothing is always out of scale,
Nor is every metaphor stale.
There’s no trick to all of this,
No existential treatise.
A moment is a moment’s kiss
We perpetually miss.
The dishes are clean and dried,
No matter how hard we tried
To ignore them in their dirty sink:
Little that we knew we now think.