February 28, 2007





Hetaera postulat and pendulous with heavy-chested sighs under her silky

gown. Or rather a kind of hessian, packing material for the muse. Concealing

rhetoric and extreme behaviour.


An early bloomer, the pasque flower resists the snowly chill

of critique. Riding on the winds of change it spreads its lyric seed.


Dependent as a puppy she lives off the avails of adulation. Emotional and eager to please.

Since puberty she has never felt herself. The alternating occipital ache, swollen dorsum of

footstep. Post-partum seething.


Poemeopaths take great aesthetic delight in prescribing the constitutional type

associated with this remedy. Particularly blondes.


Histrionic yet shy and given to extremes of pleasure and pain she avoids dark tunnels.

Has a morbid fear of the opposite text. Craves acids and pungent things. Herrings, cheese.

Fears and feels slighted. Crying helps.


Affecting mind, veins, mucous membranes, Pulsatilla is the potion for passively hostile

and affectionate verse. For showing finally how to why.



—Mari-Lou Rowley


from Viral Suite published by Anvil Press, 2004


Posted by dwaber at 12:09 PM

February 27, 2007

4th Confession

4th Confession


“Do not let my soul be bound to words

by the glue of love through the body’s senses.”

—St. Augustine


this chair, window, tree

data transmuted into the moment

of a poem, dative

the pairing of sense to soul

bound by words, a process

sticky as the glue of love


unbridled beneath a dome of stars

Orion’s broad shoulders, jewelled sword

brilliant, potent in Artemis’ absence


chastity pins virility to

the wall of night

beguiling in her tucked-up gown

moon goddess rails fury in a quiver

of arrows, blows monsoons

through the body’s senses.



—Mari-Lou Rowley


from Interference with the Hydrangea published by Thistledown Press, 2003


Posted by dwaber at 12:50 PM