“If I’m called from class, behave yourselves. Otherwise, the Monitor will wreak vengeance.”
Blood is in the air
Blood is in the eyes
Blood is in my tears
When you see me cry
A rosebush of calm
A shrub of rest
A plant of good
And trees of soft
It’s time to go home. My generosity of spirit splutters on its last breath. My bone of righteousness […]
Tonight the stars are worried. They know what’s coming tomorrow. They know the sound that will be born…
There she was, with her dark pixie cut, a glittering bracelet on her naked arm resting on the back of the tub. My Aussie angel in the bath…
When I’m gone
Who will be there to say my name?
I’m alone
The top is the loneliest place
And then, assembled around the room, there you are. All of you…
I am tired of refreshing the inbox on my email. I recognize the feeling arriving with repeated clicks […]
If in some future heaven
I could slide into a red-vinyl booth
In the corner of an empty diner
And watch The King spoon sugar into his coffee…
Our Nomadic lifestyle has made us resistant to nostalgia. When we heard the news, we looked at each […]
“This seems . . . fine?” I offer, brushing against leather that melts under my hand, giving it […]
I usually can predict what people choose
And she had seemed less lumpen than the run
Of those who shop here, rarely untattooed…
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‘The world should be a better place’, sighed the Philosopher, having heard some news that confused his youthful sense of righteousness…
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