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Revision as of 23:48, 25 December 2007
Older Poetry
Beauty in White Flames, the poem that, in essence, started it all. This poem indicates the beginning of my ostracization from society as it was submitted to a competition and scorned greatly. I went into a brooding depression afterwards (for many, many reasons) and have only recently recovered with the help of a good friend, Kevin Rooste.
Upon My Future Death or Transfiguration
Before the Break of Day, a very vivid dream I once had
New Poetry
Mustaño, an elegy
A Young Horse Floats in a Pond of Grass
Sonnet Sequence
(incomplete - will consist of ten sonnets)
"Perspectives" Sequence
(incomplete)
"Poems of Equus" Sequence
This sequence is a set of poems that goes with a symphonic suite to complete the works. I wrote these three poems first, then the three movements that correspond to them. Afterwards, I wrote the last three movements of the symphony, and I have yet to write the last three poems. Perhaps, if allowed, I will upload midi files of the music.
Non-Transformational Poetry
I realize that none of this is transformation oriented, but all of these poems relate in theme in some way. I always snuck in refrences to my desire to be a horse, which passed unnoticed. ;-) Many have been omitted. I haven't put links to the poetry section because I do not wish to clutter these with the transformation poems.
Older Poetry
Circulationoitalucric, yay riddles!
The Skewing of Time: A Land's Requiem
New Poetry
Watching a Pair of Horses and a Human After a Brief Trip on Foot Along a Paved Road in the Morning
Lying in Bed One Night in June
A Letter to the Deceased Poet James Wright
Nature's Land, another riddle poem
I am Reminded of Thoreau, Standing Beside a Pond Located Near a Retirement Center