by phoenix | Jun 23, 1987 | Poetry
Excerpt from “A Rather Public Statement” by Tony Connors Finally, let me assure those Who imagine me lending a willing ear, That my lopsided appearance Is congenital, And should not be interpreted As a leaning Towards anything Other than the...
by phoenix | May 6, 1987 | Poetry
When thrown into an unknown land like the rest of one’s life, there are those that make plans, map their lives according to the obstacles to be overcome (husband, children, house) and those that stumble through and around, exclaiming in joy at...
by phoenix | May 5, 1987 | Uncategorized
He walks out, silently into a world where no-one shows outrage – it is not done, though each suppresses the inner scream. The years go by. Scalpel, scissors, dissection, cloth please nurse… good, that’s all his love safely bottled in a brine...
by phoenix | Apr 29, 1987 | Poetry
Today, Picasso’s dove flew through the window And David reached up a hand to him But he touched only a falling olive sprig There was blood on the broken glass of the dove’s permanent cage And an empty frame on a gallery wall And...
by phoenix | Apr 8, 1987 | Poetry
What was between us has changed and my major modern trauma is now how I will act toward you when I see you tonight. Are you going through a mid-teen crisis too? or have you now successfully emerged from the lion’s den? Are your wounds deeply hidden or...
