August 3, 2017 | Poetry
Three Poems
Frank Montesonti
In this piece, the sculptor will sculpt herself sculpting.
Posts by Frank Montesonti
November 13, 2015 | Poetry
Don't Trust Me: I Think of Opera Far Too Early in the Morning
Frank Montesonti
There is a room in the cathedral called
"The Quiet Room."
Imagine.
Its entrance, this body too shaky
for comfort.
Janus, god of doorways and beginnings,
when I desire
January 5, 2015 | Poetry
Five Hundred and Ninety Miles of Hair
Frank Montesonti
A little nervous after my 70,000th cup of coffee this lifetime
I was wary of forty-three year olds
(statistically, murderers are on average 7.5 years older than their victims)
though
