Sep 19, 2026 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and...
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...
Dec 14, 2024 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
There must be a wound!No one can be this hurtand not bleed. How could she injure me so?No marksNo bruises Worse!People say ‘My, you’re looking well’…..God help me!She’s mummified me -ALIVE! And now you could read... Pale Fire Why Do We Live?...
Aug 17, 2024 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
Every day so lovely, shining,up and down, the Sultan’s daughterwalked at evening by the water,where the white fountain splashes. Every day the young slave stoodby the water, in the evening,where the white fountain splashes,each day growing pale and paler. Then the...
Jul 6, 2024 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
I. Truly, I live in dark times! An artless word is foolish. A smooth forehead Points to insensitivity. He who laughs Has not yet received The terrible news. What times are these, in which A conversation about trees is almost a crime For in doing so we maintain our...
Jun 29, 2024 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted who disappeared into those shadows. I’ve walked there picking mushrooms at the...