Nov 15, 2025 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
‘Grandma?’ ‘Umm?’ ‘When I go deaf, will I forget your voice?’ ‘How is that possible? The ear never forgets what the heart has heard.’ ‘I don’t know what that means.’ ‘It means my voice will always be by your side – even after I’m gone. Because I’m impressed here … and...
Nov 1, 2025 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like...
Oct 25, 2025 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
A True Sport, the Mayor of New Orleans, spiffy in his patent-leather brown and white shoes, his plaid suit, the Rudolph Valentino parted-down-the-middle hair style, sits in his office. Sprawled upon his knees is Zuzu, local doo-wack-a-doo and voo-do-dee-odo fizgig. A...
Oct 11, 2025 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
I awoke at dawn. The rose-colored firmament looked into my eyes. Everything was beautiful, round. “O-90 is to come tonight. Surely I am healthy again.” I smiled and fell asleep. The Morning Bell! I got up; everything looked different. Through the glass of...
Sep 20, 2025 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
“It’s not about how long we live, but how wide we live”Said someone to me as I was trying to cry secretly on a bench in Kilburn.You’re just like me so that means you’re different.I pray to the east, you pray to the skyBut in London...
Sep 13, 2025 | Lies, Truth & Lies |
A bright, solemn day. On such days you forget your weaknesses, imprecisions, ailments, and everything is crystal, immutable, eternal—like our glass. The Cube Plaza. Sixty-six great concentric circles of stands. Sixty-six rows of quiet luminous faces, eyes reflecting...