A night at the opera

Three poems Opera For the opera tonight my heart is dressed in fitted black — a mournful and desirous type of gown that Callas would have worn, for music is untouchable, and stages are pandemic-dim, but I’m still so in love… I remember my first Met performance — twenty-one and tortured by the body language … Continue reading A night at the opera

Following the fairy tales

Interstellar Cinderella I knew time too intimately. Her imprisonment, like an evil stepmother, reduced me down to just a pulse and steadily stole beats away— left only crumbs of memories. Not even fairy godmothers could break her spell or deathly grasp of entropy until that night a force revealed love’s transcendence of time and space... … Continue reading Following the fairy tales