The Gelosi Project
We test the backs of our industrious passion when solemnity invades our every work. Forgotten are the boys who ran to play down the glistening beach with pail and shovel, chanting silly rhymes invented with each footstep. They manufactured wonder from their castles in the sand. Ideas are feral matter, no sturdier than piles of [...]
Never easy father have I become to a seldom-slacking son; question riddled, answer starved. Ever damning teacher, steadfast I brim with random Herculean challenges; love infused, tone obscured. Always impossible mentor inspired to pontificate by the man emerging, boy folding in; scout the penitent gentleman.
Poem #26 from Mad Man’s Creed.
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Ambling round the house,
in an untucked cosy shirt,
he shuffles to a vagabond hymn
inspired by symphonies unheard.
He seeks reflection from the lower cast,
like a cat with nothing else to do.
Hard to deny him due affection.
He purrs with intellect and caste.
She went wandering in the tall tall grass chasing autumn leaves. Her father spies her on the fringes. He calls to her, but she is lost. His ears are stung running in the cool cool rushes of the purgatory wind. He hears a lullaby she sings faintly rising on the gusts. She crests upon a [...]
a pantoum by Laurence Vincent She brushes along the edges, coloring pale fibers in morning light. Rebels of grey hair scatter cross her eyes and over frames of focused glass. Coloring pale fibers in morning light, she hums while she choreographs, observed behind a frame of glass. The nurses do not hear the chaconne. She [...]