I’ve just updated my website. In the Shakespeare section I talk about retiring from doing the impersonations. Tim Orr, the Producing Director of the CSF, graciously received all my costumes and informed me that my name would be sewn into each one. I also gave them the last of my stage weapons, which ends the […]
Author: Chuck Wilcox
Twelve Days of Christmas : Riddle 6
6 · January 6th I know of one steadfast standing in place, Both deaf and dumb who daily swallows Grand gifts from a servant’s hand. A dark-stained thane brings her treasure, A fortune finer than gold. Many seek this marvel For profit and pleasure — kings, queens, princes… I will not yet give a name […]
Twelve Days of Christmas : Riddle 5
5 · January 4th I am the protector of the people, With a belly bound with bands and jewels, And filled with old treasures. Often, By day, I spit forth spear-terror, The more in my belly the better I slay. Often I swallow battle weapons, Dark-brown spears, poisoned arrow-points. My womb-board is beautiful to proud […]
Twelve Days of Christmas : Riddle 4
4 · January 2nd I was a young girl, gray-haired lady, And matchless warrior, all at one time. I flew with birds, I swam in the sea; Dove under waves, dead among fish; I stood on the ground; my soul is alive. What am I?
Twelve Days of Christmas : Riddle 3
3 · December 31st My garment is of silver, shimmering-gray, Spun with garnets bright-red. I mislead the foolish, and trap those of quiet resolve. Why they love me — lured from mind, With naked nerves — is a riddle-relic. I resist all who would wrestle with me; Old and young alike I throw to the […]
Twelve Days of Christmas : Riddle 2
2 · December 29th A moth ate rhymes — wolfed words! It seemed a strange fate — that a worm, A thief in the dark, should so swallow, The songs of the people, their dreams of glory, Their sure stronghold. That thief-guest Was not a whit wiser for word-swallowing. What is it?
Twelve Days of Christmas : Riddle 1
1 · December 27th I am noble born, but known to rest In the quiet keeping of rich and poor alike. I am the joy of plunderers, who will reveal me, To a stranger ere to friends, whether I proclaim The wealth of cities, the splendor of halls, or the glory of God. The wise […]
rain on a tin roof
My mother died some years ago but she spent her childhood in Missouri. Though her dialect was western her speech was peppered with Missouri phrases: you “stulpnagle”, “he’s barkin’ up the wrong tree”, “like the pot callin’ the kettle black”, “first your money, then your clothes, then it rains, then it snows – life’s the drizzling […]
to somewhere
a sunlit spider’s single tread maps its nightly journey to somewhere Br. ‘Chuck‘ Wilcox BA, MA, UMd.Zen-Dudeist WhispererBus Bench Specialist
sunny morn
Most people who come to Costa Rica come at this time of the year; the sun is shining, the air is clear, gentle breezes predominate. It’s a great time to lie on the beach and get a suntan. This is especially true at this time of snow and deep cold as I hear reported in the […]