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Medusa by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] MEDUSA Don't gaze in the mirror, my love--Whatever that mirror may be.A fable will blind your sweet eyes,And turn you to stone as you grieve. When you crave impossible things,Remember the price you must pay:Conceiving yourself, you conceiveYour...

Centreville by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] CENTERVILLE Seven pink flamingos,one for each day of the week,smirk at every passerbycommuting through your town. Every Halloween they don,(just for the “hello-ween” of it!),those ghostly pillowcases cutwith holes for their painted eyes— mimicking trick-or-treaters,who wander on their...

Prelude to Prelude by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] What paradox! What irony!That piece at which you toiled awayFor most of your career,Postponing, revising,Meticulously assessingIn light of what you planned—That prelude to your masterpieceTurned out to be the very thingFor which you were preparing!And so it is...

Innocent Yet Guilty by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] Young, healthy, omnipotent—masters of the universe,they frolic over Nature without a care,without conscience.Nothing can touch them,but they can touch everything—they can touch every firewithout getting their fingers burned,bounce back from every collisionlike acrobats on a trampoline. You have...

The Twilight Language by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] Before the sun sets, the landscape grows denseAnd darkens into ambiguity. All objects take on a significanceAt once familiar and hard to see. What we dismissed as nothing new or strange—Trees, stone, moss, fences, sky, stars, grass, river—Speak...