WINGS DYED WHITE

He, The one who might Have been Don Dressed in rags Now picks oranges For a living Under a subtropical sun   Behind, The place He came from A place where He says Power negates destiny Money lust Nullifies the purity Of clemency A place where Even the angels Tote guns Stashed under Wings dyed … More WINGS DYED WHITE

THAT OLD VOYEUR MOON

That she who was disposed to whisper at the mirror until she broke her own heart mesmerized the stag whose legacy would always be a question mark   Through a small hours open window within his watchtower under the solicited gape of that old voyeur moon risqué raw shadows would both indulge and bedazzle

‘SUMMERTIME AND THE LIVING IS…reasonably good were it not for those infernal wasps’ as DUBOSE HEYWARD SUFFERS FROM LYRICISTS BLOCK!

December 1933; 1019 North Roxbury Drive, Los Angeles: George Gershwin is at home piecing together songs for his forthcoming opera Porgy and Bess. Things have gone blindingly well particularly so with most of the melodies done and dusted. In his company is his mate, novelist and poet DuBose Heyward who is trying to write a … More ‘SUMMERTIME AND THE LIVING IS…reasonably good were it not for those infernal wasps’ as DUBOSE HEYWARD SUFFERS FROM LYRICISTS BLOCK!