Miscellanea

Posted on: Friday, March 30, 2018 - 2:27pm

A poem by Francis Orray Ticknor

“In one room of this deserted mansion we came upon an old harpsichord
with a single unbroken string.  Evoking the last sound from it, we extracted
the key, which you will find herewith.” – Letter from the Old Dominion

Posted on: Friday, February 23, 2018 - 4:47pm

You are beautiful and faded 
Like an old opera tune 
Played upon a harpsichord; 
Or like the sun-flooded silks 
Of an eighteenth-century boudoir. 
In your eyes 
Smoulder the fallen roses of outlived minutes, 

Posted on: Saturday, October 28, 2017 - 12:48pm

by Margaret Okubo

Posted on: Tuesday, August 29, 2017 - 11:19pm

Twisted we dance on a stage,
Arms folded, segmented,
This is the controversial image of the self,
We make love,
We bend in each other,
We reach the blue heaven,
This is our reality engraved in lyrics,