Larry R. Vandervert

Spokane, Washington

As a college teacher of psychology, I have published several papers on processes in the brain that I believe had led to the development of culture. My major goal is the unification of the arts and sciences. The ones you love surely create a social contrivance of mind; each a part of an unseen framework for thought of every kind. Poetry is in the degree to which the child at play survives adulthood. At play with me here are Betty Jean, Kimberly Jean and Bryce Raymond, and Curtis and Edythe; they are the shadows of what each line can mean.

The Act: Parsing the Fourth Dimension of O.J.'s Unconscious

I was orenthaling through Brentwood the other night, when in a sudden flash to my
senses I was transported to Chappaquidick Island at nearly twice the speed of light.

Now, to my surprise, I am back in Brentwood all safe and sound; but some thing's vaguely missing.

Perhaps I will travel again soon.

The Verdict: Orenthaling -On

Orenthaling-on deep in America's heart, now spilling quietly over
into Britain and the Isle of Man.

Orenthaling's soon everywhere, even though Nicoling's a distant,
silent part.

Mary Jo K-ing silent, all that gentle warming sealed in isle water
according to orenthaling's plan.

Orenthaling, orenthaling.

Orenthaling-on.

The Resolution: Angular Dark Decomposes

I don't know how to think about this darkness anymore.
Goldman sinks and sinks forever still.
The dark and deep is now sealing-- it's me it's stealing.

Is it over, or is it new?
The thing that's appealing, Orethal himself has him kneeling.
Angular dark decomposes.

Now all sweetness flows toward darkness end.
The blind spirit tearfully cloaking all sin.
Ronald touches Nicole, Nicole touches him.