[Citations in Italics: Plays of T. S. Eliot. Boston: Faber, 1969] I grow old … I grow old … It seemed so important to grow up, to be a lady; make my own rules. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do…

Prufrock’s footnotes 1] The epigraph is from Dante’s Divine Comedy (Inferno, XXVII, 61-66). Count Someone-Long-long-Dead says something wise or witty about lying & Hell in Italian (I’m not really sure as I don’t speak Italian). 3] etherized = anesthetized = how readers feel by about…

In my youth, there was sometimes beauty, a grace of form unmarred by lines, skin tight to the flesh and muscle well defined, hair curling and furled down to a waist a mere eighteen inches, spanned easily by the hands of the man who became…

Your words now have an insidious effect on me Tedious arguments breaking my heart Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Coz I know you do not give a damn shit You say “There will be time, there will be time” But deep down in…

Dear Fire Within, You only seem to activate when my buttons are pressed and a rage resurfaces from deep within. It is when you appear, I feel the people-pleasing subside. The need to run and hide. There is a power you possess that I need…

The universe is infinite. And I am but a speck. So if I tip the scales a bit is there some balance I’ll upset? Or is it possible perhaps that if you gave me half a chance I’d disrupt the status quo and challenge what…

Found Poem, from Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot They will sing to me Etherized Visions and revisions I have known deserted streets Squeezed the universe into corners Each to each Time to turn back, prepare a face Almost ridiculous A magic…

In reply to Letter From The Future Poem 11 Dear future me aged forty-nine Perhaps it’s time to drink some wine I think I know just what to do First thing on the list, ignoring you Got this living life thing figured out I can…

Why have you arrived at this late hour Did you hit the snooze on your alarm too many times I’ve been working since you went to bed We have much to do, nothing else need be said I’ve finally realized I have the power Now…

Why sing of love at this hour? When the big hand is at 4 All I desire is my nightly rest I’ve worked and walked all day Yet you stroll in early in the morn’ To sing of your painful suffering She doesn’t care for…