Smote
Pregnant
with shatterings
ochre clouds
annul
the scripted wishes
of another starless midnight
Misted trellis
of fresh killed vows
and passions’
particulates
Lift up
new morn
Sobs
into the
billows
of
Cimmerian
shroud.
The inevitable
melding.
Slate sky
aerugo dreams.
The graphite canopy
of immolated soul.
About Me
- Constance Stadler
- Twenty years ago I was a 'force' on the NYC poetry scene. Edited 'South and West' and several other journals, published over two hundred and fifty poems with a total of 40+ over the last five months. HD Slammer at 'Blue Note', 'Bitter End' all the major haunts. A book offer was unfulfilled when I decided to pursue my doctoral dissertation, doing six years of field work in Morocco. While I have been writing and publishing throughout my life. The single greatest reason for my return to poetry as a life force is the amazing poet that is Antony Hitchin, who 'found' me again and then well, Hell's a poppin! I am an only child, my parents and late husband all lost to cancer. We did not have children as we thought we had time... Now poetry is my child and I count the legendary Duane Locke, Felino Soriano and Petra Whitely as friends and brilliant poets. Pablo Vision and Chris Nosnibor kick some serious ass with a plume as well. Influences? Eliot, Poe, Thomas, Neruda, Lorde, Brooks, Hooks, Baudelaire and brethren, Akhmatova and her crowd. I could SO go on. My work is largely metaphysical existentialism (you figure it out). More to come...
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