In Dublin, A Woman’s Voice, 3rd Iteration

! In Dublin, A Woman’s Voice Third Iteration “In Petto,” Dedicated To Three ! ! It is an excelling French restaurant  In an old city quarter not far from St. Stephen’s Green. I sit under a canopy, cordoned off.  All around in the alley, shoulder to shoulder covivialists  Speak incessantly, or stand side by side drinking.  ! Bedecked in evening dress, I … More In Dublin, A Woman’s Voice, 3rd Iteration

In Dublin, A Woman’s Voice, 2nd Iteration

! In Dublin, A Woman’s Voice Second  Iteration Dedicated to F. R. T. ! It is an excelling French restaurant  In an old city quarter not far from St. Stephen’s Green. I sit under a canopy, cordoned off.  All around in the alley, shoulder to shoulder covivialists  Speak incessantly, or stand side by side drinking. ! Bedecked in evening dress, I see … More In Dublin, A Woman’s Voice, 2nd Iteration

The Three Fates, St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin

! The Three Fates, St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin ! All the world’s Greens should be sanctified as saints.  Parks are havens for ancient art, for artists creating. Strollers conceive the future as an insubordinate dream.  In St. Stephen’s Green, The Three Fates confound eternity By being the fullness of time.  Past Fate, Present Fate connive. Future Fate waits apart. ! This first sister … More The Three Fates, St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin

Days Of Power

! Days Of Power Dedicated To Michael Karl ! The Eve Of “Compete!” (Processed. Examined. Weighed.) ! As the doors to Tucson Strength open, A rookie lifter, I step into check-in chaos.  Michael is quick to assess:  “I’ll wait for you in the car.” I cool my heels in a huddle.  Seated next to my stance,  A woman lifts her … More Days Of Power

Boxing Forward

! Boxing Forward Dedicated To Lizetta Smith, And, 41 Lines For Josiah, Aged 41 Years ! We enter our “fight club” as chance selects us, Huddle there only to talk and laugh.  As usual, Coach Lizetta intervenes by raising a glove, Followed by our captain, Karen, aka “99” Shouting, “Listen Up.!” Silenced to attention, we rivet our sight On the curling paper taped to the mirror. … More Boxing Forward