The Inventor of the LuVailean Sonnet She was no Millay, my Great-Aunt Lucy, but she named herself Lyra LuVaile, Poet Laureate of Long Beach, California, and wrote a book in which she speaks familiarly of Stars, the Cosmos, the Music of the Spheres – subjects I might write about, myself, though not perhaps so familiarly….
Letting It Go I’m walking on my birthdayand this timeI’mletting it go. Headline!Waistline!Toe the line!Morning line! I’ve stopped stoppingat all the roads not taken(you know the ones I mean) because here’s the joke:every road is a dead end. So I’m just walking on my birthdayand letting it go. In my throat, regret.On my tongue, mourning……
Speaking of the Muse My muse comes up behind me and says Honey(she calls me honey)you don’t have a lot of time here –lose the pale Flemish bridewith the sidelong glances. She says Look! Here I am!Dappled with oceansfurred with green and gold –Honey, give me your full attention here! O she turnslight runs from…