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Dancing Naked in a Haunted House
The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest.
As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family.
The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions.
Respect and solidarity,
...
Dancing Naked in a Haunted House
The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest.
As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family.
The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions.
Respect and solidarity,
...
The Little Book of Lance
I have written five big books and now it is time for a little one, a handy collection of my latest and best poems: just for fun.
I have been surprised and delighted to discover that not only is my poetry understood, it is enjoyed in far distant places all over the world. This makes me very happy!
Therefore, with all my love, I would like to offer this little book as a heartfelt gift of my humble gratitude, to all of you kind and thoughtful readers who have been so good to me and given me so much: just for you.
Special thanks to my son Stevie II, for his cover painting which somehow manages to illustrate all of the poems in this book in one image, and to Stephanee Killen, who has designed this and all my books so wisely and so well.
I give you then this present, The Little Book of Lance: just for fun, just for you.
I hope you enjoy it.
Love,
+Stevie
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
New Poems
Love, loss, loneliness; affection, alienation, absurdity; poetics, politics, philosophy; humor, heartbreak, and humanity are passionately, poignantly, perfectly expressed in this fifth and best book of three hundred most unusual poems by this most unusual poet: the elusive, reclusive, enigmatic +Steven Curtis Lance.
+Steven Curtis Lance / Collected Poems
+Steven Curtis Lance has been a practicing poet for thirty-five years, and his fiftieth birthday is fast approaching. In observance of this milestone, he now offers himself to you within the pages of this book. Mr. Lance has created well over a thousand "Transcendental Sonnets," the very distillation of his life, and this entire collection, up to the date of this publication, may be found here along with a few hundred additional poems, or “other observations,” as he calls them. +Steven Curtis Lance / Collected Poems contains two complete books as well as new works by this modern master. This is one poet's life, offered with love from his open heart to yours: seven hundred and twenty-eight pages and three pounds of life, of love, and of laughing last. Can you handle the truth? Buy and read and savor this treasury of love, romance, politics, philosophy, and occasionally subversive humor, and live, love, and laugh last with Lance. Enjoy!
Cover art by Dr....
Transcendental Sonnets and Other Observations ...for Silke
+Steven Curtis Lance has created this book as an offering of love to his muse, Silke, or, as he calls her, "Silke Shining in the Sky." Within the graceful covers of this beautifully presented Expanded Edition of his magnum opus, the respected BrainMeta.com Poet in Residence offers most of his well-known and highly-acclaimed Transcendental Sonnets, as well as many other poems in many other forms, comprising the work of the past two years, as a labor of love for the one he loves. Here we witness the triumphal advent of +Steven Curtis Lance; after a lifetime of writing poetry and composing classical music, after twenty-five years as a distinguished member of the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers as both author and composer, after publishing one hundred and thirty choral motets (among many other things), after suffering much, living much, learning much, and loving much, +Steven Curtis Lance now announces himself to the world, with his hand to the plough and no...
Sweet Moon for Silke
This delightful little book consists of a "Prologue" sonnet, a "Why There Are No Page Numbers in This Book" sonnet, the continuation of the author's incredible series of "Transcendental Sonnets," numbers 633 through 1022, and closes with an "Encore" sonnet. Chockablock with love, philosophy, politics, humor, humanity, as well as the author's distinctive "other observations," the book was a joint effort of both the poet and his wife, Dr. Silke Lance, who did the absolutely stunning cover art. Dr. Lance also served as her husband's editor this time. This second book is smaller and lighter than the first, and meant to be a romantic romp in the moonlight. Anyone who has ever looked up at the moon and wondered about things will surely find something to love in this second volume of extraordinary sonnets from BrainMeta.com's extraordinary Poet in Residence, +Steven Curtis Lance. As he says in the last line of the "Prologue," "I give this book then: for my butterfly"
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 Between the Lines for my son and brother poet: for Steven Curtis Lance, Jr. Waxing waning moon ebbing flowing tide The rising and the falling of the breast The variable beating of the heart The stirring of the soul within its cage The flutter of the feathers of its wings The silence falls as we await the start Of the sound which a soul makes when it sings When poetry pours like blood from the page As sacrificial uttermost and best Of one whose soul has been brought to the test And come transfigured through the other side Battle-scarred more beautiful than before Embracing with souls as arms open wide The now of this life to live it the more At this point neither ahead nor behind Between when and then in the now again Between the lines where the secrets are lain The interstitial spaces of the mind Where others find what we cannot explain And even know it better than we could Are the places we are best understood Between the lines where the secrets remain Ready to be revealed to anyone's Mind who can conceive one as many ones: The meaning of what we cannot explain In all its multiplicity we find Between the lines where the secrets are lain +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX  Posted on Friday 27 of February, 2009 [23:51:27 UTC] Between the Lines for my son and brother poet: for Steven Curtis Lance, Jr. Waxing waning moon ebbing flowing tide The rising and the falling of the breast The variable beating of the heart The stirring of the soul within its cage The flutter of the feathers of its wings The silence falls as we await the start Of the sound which a soul makes when it sings When poetry pours like blood from the page As sacrificial uttermost and best Of one whose soul has been brought to the test And come transfigured through the other side Battle-scarred more beautiful than before Embracing with souls as arms open wide The now of this life to live it the more At this point neither ahead nor behind Between when and then in the now again Between the lines where the secrets are lain The interstitial spaces of the mind Where others find what we cannot explain And even know it better than we could Are the places we are best understood Between the lines where the secrets remain Ready to be revealed to anyone's Mind who can conceive one as many ones: The meaning of what we cannot explain In all its multiplicity we find Between the lines where the secrets are lain +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX Posted on Friday 27 of February, 2009 [23:42:27 UTC] At the Feast I guess Whatever else they get Humans do not get along With each other at least Not well Chastened by morality To serve And yet Hastened by mortality To swerve They cannibalize at the feast When those who serve and swerve have nerve Flesh where the soul has been released Fresh from a wound which can never be healed Red from the white where the bone is revealed As just the dessert they deserve The soul is something cannibals can do Without since it seems too good to be true And each of the cannibals was A free spirit too Who thought that because It was offered free The soul as a whole With its heart-shaped hole Must be worthless when it happened to be Priceless And what a thing is really worth Beyond its price Is learned they say through death at birth In paradise Or hell If there is such a thing If there is anything I only know the soul on earth Knows quite enough of suffering If only for a little while By which we learn a little style By which we earn a knowing smile With each other at least Oh well I know I know nothing Except perhaps regret As a beast at the feast But the feast is not over yet +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX  Posted on Sunday 22 of February, 2009 [19:13:19 UTC] At the Feast I guess Whatever else they get Humans do not get along With each other at least Not well Chastened by morality To serve And yet Hastened by mortality To swerve They cannibalize at the feast When those who serve and swerve have nerve Flesh where the soul has been released Fresh from a wound which can never be healed Red from the white where the bone is revealed As just the dessert they deserve The soul is something cannibals can do Without since it seems too good to be true And each of the cannibals was A free spirit too Who thought that because It was offered free The soul as a whole With its heart-shaped hole Must be worthless when it happened to be Priceless And what a thing is really worth Beyond its price Is learned they say through death at birth In paradise Or hell If there is such a thing If there is anything I only know the soul on earth Knows quite enough of suffering If only for a little while By which we learn a little style By which we earn a knowing smile With each other at least Oh well I know I know nothing Except perhaps regret As a beast at the feast But the feast is not over yet +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX Posted on Sunday 22 of February, 2009 [18:57:26 UTC] People Who Are Loved I prefer Evolutionary success To Revolutionary excess I observe the balanced to be True As it were When The elements in harmony Are What is Then That is Now in equipoise: Music without noise People who are loved seem to me To be true By virtue Of their centeredness in feeling worthwhile Appreciative and appreciated Feeling like loving and worth loving too As validating as validated As they do Whenever I see this I sigh and smile And search up the sky for a certain blue Star My talisman and touchstone of order Which though I cannot reach it yet remains A focal point ( . ) above the disorder Surrounding me as payment for the pains Which I have painfully taken As so ordered And disordered By sheer and mere necessity Certain blue star of uncertainty Till greater light awaken Successful evolutionary Shine on the godforsaken Across the lonely universe tonight May people who are loved look up and see Certain blue stars if of uncertain light And not despair of their uncertainty If this is all we are then let us be If we are all we are enough for me +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX  Posted on Sunday 22 of February, 2009 [02:31:34 UTC] People Who Are Loved I prefer Evolutionary success To Revolutionary excess I observe the balanced to be True As it were When The elements in harmony Are What is Then That is Now in equipoise: Music without noise People who are loved seem to me To be true By virtue Of their centeredness in feeling worthwhile Appreciative and appreciated Feeling like loving and worth loving too As validating as validated As they do Whenever I see this I sigh and smile And search up the sky for a certain blue Star My talisman and touchstone of order Which though I cannot reach it yet remains A focal point ( . ) above the disorder Surrounding me as payment for the pains Which I have painfully taken As so ordered And disordered By sheer and mere necessity Certain blue star of uncertainty Till greater light awaken Successful evolutionary Shine on the godforsaken Across the lonely universe tonight May people who are loved look up and see Certain blue stars if of uncertain light And not despair of their uncertainty If this is all we are then let us be If we are all we are enough for me +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX  Posted on Sunday 22 of February, 2009 [02:26:31 UTC] Waiting for the Rain An empty bus shrugs sighing through the cold As a siren screams its tale must be told Of somebody in trouble or in pain A tale of woe and here we go It is night again I only see a few stars but they are Each one quite star enough to be a star Featured in my film of reality That which though it is not seems real to me Only stars remain Everybody goes inside except for The smokers who hang out outside the door But it feels too cold for me around here Inside there outside here too far too near Waiting for the rain It feels too cold for me everywhere now So for what is left as time will allow I will go to my room sit on my bed Turn up the heat and roll my own instead Encyclopedia and dictionary At the ready There I will be safe in my sanctuary Holding steady I will explore the universe all night long Like an effect in search of its cause And in the morning I will sing you a song Of what could have been if not what was Does anybody really know? But should you care to be tonight with me I always enjoy some good company Some pot and a pot of a lot of hot tea And it seems real enough to be Dancing in our socks on the hardwood floor Where the smokers hang in inside the door Where flower meets flame and less blooms into more In my room in the womb of my family It is night again Only stars remain Waiting for the rain +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX Posted on Wednesday 18 of February, 2009 [22:07:10 UTC] Waiting for the Rain An empty bus shrugs sighing through the cold As a siren screams its tale must be told Of somebody in trouble or in pain A tale of woe and here we go It is night again I only see a few stars but they are Each one quite star enough to be a star Featured in my film of reality That which though it is not seems real to me Only stars remain Everybody goes inside except for The smokers who hang out outside the door But it feels too cold for me around here Inside there outside here too far too near Waiting for the rain It feels too cold for me everywhere now So for what is left as time will allow I will go to my room sit on my bed Turn up the heat and roll my own instead Encyclopedia and dictionary At the ready There I will be safe in my sanctuary Holding steady I will explore the universe all night long Like an effect in search of its cause And in the morning I will sing you a song Of what could have been if not what was Does anybody really know? But should you care to be tonight with me I always enjoy some good company Some pot and a pot of a lot of hot tea And it seems real enough to be Dancing in our socks on the hardwood floor Where the smokers hang in inside the door Where flower meets flame and less blooms into more In my room in the womb of my family It is night again Only stars remain Waiting for the rain +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX Posted on Wednesday 18 of February, 2009 [22:05:12 UTC] Mutuality I hate that feeling All tingly and waiting around Up near the ceiling And when I fall I fall so hard that I No longer want to live awhile (just die) As though I have been ground into the ground I hate that feeling Is so revealing As I am shown to be as needy as Anyone else is or will be or was Of others which bothers me terribly To share this shared self-insufficiency When I had always hoped to be A self-sufficient me But there seems nothing I can do But share myself with you And should you share yourself with me That might work out to be Rather appealing Actually The equipoise of mutuality +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX Posted on Sunday 15 of February, 2009 [13:22:15 UTC] Mutuality I hate that feeling All tingly and waiting around Up near the ceiling And when I fall I fall so hard that I No longer want to live awhile (just die) As though I have been ground into the ground I hate that feeling Is so revealing As I am shown to be as needy as Anyone else is or will be or was Of others which bothers me terribly To share this shared self-insufficiency When I had always hoped to be A self-sufficient me But there seems nothing I can do But share myself with you And should you share yourself with me That might work out to be Rather appealing Actually The equipoise of mutuality +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX Posted on Sunday 15 of February, 2009 [13:17:59 UTC]
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The most important things are hidden
Fairies are very shy
Unicorns are real if unridden
Not only birds can fly
Magic comes in the dark unbidden
Disbelieving folk are divorced
From natural reality
Their minds are frigid firm and forced
Disdaining what they dare not see
Should seagirls swim to such as these?
I would not have them cast their pearls
Nor model their agilities
Before such swinish unworthies
Who see the sea but not the girls!
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LOVE
Through a thousand nights of love into a thousand days of poetry, love came to me wearing its thousand faces and thrillingly whispering words into my heart. I wanted to remember them and to share them with you so I wrote them all down with the uttermost care as my uttermost offering, by love and for love with all of my heart.
Those words were these poems which are this book of a thousand nights of love into a thousand days of poetry, written down with the uttermost care, to remember and to share.
And even and especially when it might not seem so, all these words in all their thousand ways share as their source and destination love, wearing its thousand faces and thrillingly whispering words, these words, into your heart through mine.
I made this book for you and it is yours now. It had to be called LOVE because it is.
Take it.
Love,
+Steven
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LOVE
Through a thousand nights of love into a thousand days of poetry, love came to me wearing its thousand faces and thrillingly whispering words into my heart. I wanted to remember them and to share them with you so I wrote them all down with the uttermost care as my uttermost offering, by love and for love with all of my heart.
Those words were these poems which are this book of a thousand nights of love into a thousand days of poetry, written down with the uttermost care, to remember and to share.
And even and especially when it might not seem so, all these words in all their thousand ways share as their source and destination love, wearing its thousand faces and thrillingly whispering words, these words, into your heart through mine.
I made this book for you and it is yours now. It had to be called LOVE because it is.
Take it.
Love,
+Steven
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Sea Stones
Sea Stones is a distillation of the essence of this modern master's late poetry, tracing the poet's passage from the death of winter through the birth of spring into the life of summer, a blooming of the light in which every moment matters and every word tells in ascending progression through the days to always, through one life reclusive to all life inclusive, from +Steven Curtis Lance's heart to yours.
An uncompromising artwork of meticulous quality, this ninth book of Lance is available in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions worldwide.
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Sea Stones
Sea Stones is a distillation of the essence of this modern master's late poetry, tracing the poet's passage from the death of winter through the birth of spring into the life of summer, a blooming of the light in which every moment matters and every word tells in ascending progression through the days to always, through one life reclusive to all life inclusive, from +Steven Curtis Lance's heart to yours.
An uncompromising artwork of meticulous quality, this ninth book of Lance is available in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions worldwide.
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Dancing Naked in a Haunted House
The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest.
As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family.
The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions.
Respect and solidarity,
+Steven Curtis Lance
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Dancing Naked in a Haunted House
The inscription on the back cover says it all: "I have not lived in vain but lived for this." Since my Collected Poems were published in 2004, I have lived and learned, loved and lost, and lived to love again. This is the journal of my journey, contained within these three hundred pieces of my heart. This is my best, and never mind the rest.
As the title indicates, I write from my heart to yours, "dancing naked" as it were as I deal with disability and struggle to survive in this house haunted by a hundred years of the colorful history of my strange family.
The poems cover the entire spectrum of human experience from tragedy to triumph, despair to delight, and all my adventures between along the way. I am a wanderer, a lone wolf, an outsider looking in. This is my story, this is my heart in three hundred pieces. I offer it to you with love and the pride of an honest craftsman, in both softcover and collectible hardcover editions.
Respect and solidarity,
+Steven Curtis Lance
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The Red Book of Lance
A spark in the dark to set the world on fire, words of flame cried in the wilderness by a madman who is damned to tell the truth, The Red Book of Lance is fourteen dozen of this modern master's meticulous poems introduced by his physician and illustrated with cover portraits by his son.
Darker than his other books yet brightened by flashes of mad humor, the work reflects the gravity of the times, speaking prophetically of political change and social evolution.
This seventh book of Lance is a distillation of deep meditation on life and madness, the world and the universe, the self and others, and the journey of the soul.
In The Red Book of Lance the poet breaks out, breaks through, and means to change your mind: burn baby burn.
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The Red Book of Lance
A spark in the dark to set the world on fire, words of flame cried in the wilderness by a madman who is damned to tell the truth, The Red Book of Lance is fourteen dozen of this modern master's meticulous poems introduced by his physician and illustrated with cover portraits by his son.
Darker than his other books yet brightened by flashes of mad humor, the work reflects the gravity of the times, speaking prophetically of political change and social evolution.
This seventh book of Lance is a distillation of deep meditation on life and madness, the world and the universe, the self and others, and the journey of the soul.
In The Red Book of Lance the poet breaks out, breaks through, and means to change your mind: burn baby burn.
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The Little Book of Lance
I have written five big books and now it is time for a little one, a handy collection of my latest and best poems: just for fun.
I have been surprised and delighted to discover that not only is my poetry understood, it is enjoyed in far distant places all over the world. This makes me very happy!
Therefore, with all my love, I would like to offer this little book as a heartfelt gift of my humble gratitude, to all of you kind and thoughtful readers who have been so good to me and given me so much: just for you.
Special thanks to my son Stevie II, for his cover painting which somehow manages to illustrate all of the poems in this book in one image, and to Stephanee Killen, who has designed this and all my books so wisely and so well.
I give you then this present, The Little Book of Lance: just for fun, just for you.
I hope you enjoy it.
Love,
+Stevie
Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.
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New Poems
Love, loss, loneliness; affection, alienation, absurdity; poetics, politics, philosophy; humor, heartbreak, and humanity are passionately, poignantly, perfectly expressed in this fifth and best book of three hundred most unusual poems by this most unusual poet: the elusive, reclusive, enigmatic +Steven Curtis Lance.
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Magic
A little blue book of Magic
Is what you need and if you heed
You too can escape the tragic
Morasses of meaninglessness
Come to my home and visit me
You are most welcome you will see
There is nothing to fear unless
You dislike eccentricity
A gentle madness to be sure
Here in the realm of fantasy
Yet one for which there is no cure
For no one has ever gone back
Once they have broken free to be
And why should they? Nothing we lack
Nothing we lose we only choose
For our choices are limitless
No rushing no unseemly haste
We never hurry never stress
No moment ever goes to waste
Please come at least to have some tea
I think you will like what you see
Please come at least and have a taste
Admission costs just $13.41
And thus a great adventure is begun
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+Steven Curtis Lance / Collected Poems
+Steven Curtis Lance has been a practicing poet for thirty-five years, and his fiftieth birthday is fast approaching. In observance of this milestone, he now offers himself to you within the pages of this book. Mr. Lance has created well over a thousand "Transcendental Sonnets," the very distillation of his life, and this entire collection, up to the date of this publication, may be found here along with a few hundred additional poems, or “other observations,” as he calls them. +Steven Curtis Lance / Collected Poems contains two complete books as well as new works by this modern master. This is one poet's life, offered with love from his open heart to yours: seven hundred and twenty-eight pages and three pounds of life, of love, and of laughing last. Can you handle the truth? Buy and read and savor this treasury of love, romance, politics, philosophy, and occasionally subversive humor, and live, love, and laugh last with Lance. Enjoy!
Cover art by Dr. Silke Lance
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Transcendental Sonnets and Other Observations ...for Silke
+Steven Curtis Lance has created this book as an offering of love to his muse, Silke, or, as he calls her, "Silke Shining in the Sky." Within the graceful covers of this beautifully presented Expanded Edition of his magnum opus, the respected BrainMeta.com Poet in Residence offers most of his well-known and highly-acclaimed Transcendental Sonnets, as well as many other poems in many other forms, comprising the work of the past two years, as a labor of love for the one he loves. Here we witness the triumphal advent of +Steven Curtis Lance; after a lifetime of writing poetry and composing classical music, after twenty-five years as a distinguished member of the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers as both author and composer, after publishing one hundred and thirty choral motets (among many other things), after suffering much, living much, learning much, and loving much, +Steven Curtis Lance now announces himself to the world, with his hand to the plough and no turning back, as a POET.
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Sweet Moon for Silke
This delightful little book consists of a "Prologue" sonnet, a "Why There Are No Page Numbers in This Book" sonnet, the continuation of the author's incredible series of "Transcendental Sonnets," numbers 633 through 1022, and closes with an "Encore" sonnet. Chockablock with love, philosophy, politics, humor, humanity, as well as the author's distinctive "other observations," the book was a joint effort of both the poet and his wife, Dr. Silke Lance, who did the absolutely stunning cover art. Dr. Lance also served as her husband's editor this time. This second book is smaller and lighter than the first, and meant to be a romantic romp in the moonlight. Anyone who has ever looked up at the moon and wondered about things will surely find something to love in this second volume of extraordinary sonnets from BrainMeta.com's extraordinary Poet in Residence, +Steven Curtis Lance. As he says in the last line of the "Prologue," "I give this book then: for my butterfly"
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The most important things are hidden
Fairies are very shy
Unicorns are real if unridden
Not only birds can fly
Magic comes in the dark unbidden
Disbelieving folk are divorced
From natural reality
Their minds are frigid firm and forced
Disdaining what they dare not see
Should seagirls swim to such as these?
I would not have them cast their pearls
Nor model their agilities
Before such swinish unworthies
Who see the sea but not the girls!
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