Old man Savarese

"A  poet's insatiable longing, the urge to destruction and ruin, to rip away at the foundation of relations carved from ice and glitter, to trap the true and only devil in its lair of indifference, to..."

"I WRITE I write, diamonds mingle with sawdust, i sit here waiting like beethoven for that clarity, when universe finds these eyes to see through, though not blessed by deafness, i persist, the lines ..."

"Marion, lady Marion, are you still stalking those twelve lost tribes with your father's flock of venetian scribes. Marion, lady Marion, are you still ensnared in the fabric of fear the weaver made fo..."

"Sunday morning newspaper gatherers and the hock shops. The moon glides into the vault of the sky.  frog cadenzas push up into the still air beneath the cloth of darkness.  leathery winged herons rise ..."