Because my heart is weary.
Because the angel of death is singing
and dancing on the rooftops.
Because my words are only words
and lies have become
the normal currency.
Because I am a flute
and not a trumpet.
Because there is so much pain in the world
and if I speak of it
my Muse will leave me
to find another lover.
Michael Warren
Michael Warren grew up in London, England and lived on Baker Street very close to where Sherlock Holmes hung out his shingle. He graduated with an Honors degree in Mathematics from King’s College, Cambridge, which no doubt helps him to balance his check book. While a student, he edited a humorous magazine entitled “ffobia” which was widely circulated amongst his friends.
Michael moved to Ajijic in 2000. Since moving to Mexico, Michael has forgotten almost all his mathematics, and has taught English to Mexican students, assisted in promoting musical events, helped to found the Open Circle group, and published his book of poems “A Particular Blue.” In short, he has found happiness. He has appeared onstage in nine plays at the Lakeside Little Theatre.For the last ten years, he has been writing the theater reviews for El Ojo Del Lago under the byline “Front Row Center.”
Michael moved to Ajijic in 2000. Since moving to Mexico, Michael has forgotten almost all his mathematics, and has taught English to Mexican students, assisted in promoting musical events, helped to found the Open Circle group, and published his book of poems “A Particular Blue.” In short, he has found happiness. He has appeared onstage in nine plays at the Lakeside Little Theatre.For the last ten years, he has been writing the theater reviews for El Ojo Del Lago under the byline “Front Row Center.”
Latest posts by Michael Warren (see all)
- Why I Cannot Write A Political Poem - April 30, 2022
- Front Row Center – April 2022 - March 31, 2022
- Front Row Center – March 2022 - February 28, 2022
