Three poems Opera For the opera tonight my heart is dressed in fitted black — a mournful and desirous type of gown that Callas would have worn, for music is untouchable, and stages are pandemic-dim, but I’m still so in love… I remember my first Met performance — twenty-one and tortured by the body language … Continue reading A night at the opera
Autumn Leaves
You came to me like the first of autumn, gently awakening my every leaf to the crimson ribbons of your breeze — and to you: the dream of my deciduous heart. Our souls had always been older than the summer — interacting with each other without us ever knowing, and September was something harmonious to … Continue reading Autumn Leaves
Singing lessons
There is one thingthey don’t tell youabout singing lessons. And the one thing is thatit’s morethan justsinging lessons… It’s soul work. It’s digging deep into your rootsto explore your depthsand expose your truths. And every lesson is a different story … One day it could be thathands are shaking,heart pounding,desperately achingkind of love storybetween you … Continue reading Singing lessons
Singing Poems
Bloom A flower isas simple as thatnot for menot for you A flower bloomsdespite applausewith no desireof “oohs” and “ahs” & for that reasonI will sing& gladly take my bowsto crickets Scribbles On days like todayI scribble and erase at aria lines‘til Gounod is a mess,Bizet leaves the room,and Verdi goes completely insanewhile Mozart and … Continue reading Singing Poems
