She commands unconscious armies of us whom has left with all the busyness, the hubbub and commotion of an important general. The air unsettled by her passage… Read more “Lipstick”
He was a peddler of wonder who gave me kites in summer and concertos, the erring paddle of canoe bringing us to a bay where we draw… Read more
can remember the first time I saw something die. I can recall the first time I came upon a dead thing writhing with maggots but obscenely resembling… Read more “I think I”
Have you ever faced a pint of beer like an adversary? We’ve mutually found these indistinct and velvet places squaring off against ourselves. Give em the old… Read more
Am I a failure For not wanting to be more? Although I am legendary, although I inspire. You awake the hunger crazed goblin who wants to live to its… Read more “failure.”
A garden of improbable fantasy flowers on a worn duvet that reeks of the pet labrador that we bury it with. One hundred acres of clay soil… Read more “282-3322”
In another time would you have cheered as the guillotine fell or the witches burned? Or were they, too, revulsed.
I could shop here for a thousand years to not look as fierce as these ladies in sequined vests and cigarette holders on Portobello Road. The eccentrics… Read more “Portobello Rd”
I have sat silent too long my words have curdled and spill rancid into the world.