POETS Day: Masks

Mask Shop in Venice

Mask Shop in Venice


We are all mask-makers.

Fear teaches us the art,
And time holds them up for us to dance among,
Changing our faces
To face other gazes.

In saints and bodhisattvas
They disappear.

Some masks are
But more are darkling thick, encrusted with past pain,
Obscuring us from others
And others from us.

For the backs of such masks are mirrors.

Photo credit: NateBW, Flickr, Creative Commons
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About Dave Trowbridge

Dave Trowbridge has been writing high-tech marketing copy for almost thirty years. This has made him an expert in what he calls “pulling stuff out of the cave of the flying monkeys,” so science fiction comes naturally. He abandoned corporate life in 2007 — actually, it abandoned him — but not before attaining the rank of Dark Lord of Documentation, a title which still appears on his business card and serves to identify clients he’d rather not work with (the ones who don’t laugh). He much prefers the godlike powers of a science fiction author (hah!) to troglodyte status in dark corporate mills, and the universe is slowly coming around to his point of view. Dave is currently laboring over the second edition of the space-opera series Exordium with his co-author Sherwood Smith, and looking forward to writing more stories in that universe. He lives in the Santa Cruz Mountains with his writer wife and fellow BVC member, Deborah J. Ross, and a tri-lingual German Shepherd Dog responsible for three cats. When not writing, Dave may be found wrangling vegetables—both domesticated and feral — in the garden.


POETS Day: Masks — 1 Comment

  1. We are of the same generation, so you surely know the Billy Joel song:
    Well we all have a face
    That we hide away forever
    And we take them out and show ourselves
    With no one else around.
    Some are satin, some are steel
    Some are silk and some are leather
    They’re the faces of the stranger
    And we love to try them on.