Love seems such a flimsy net to catch so much. So many beasts, capable of tearing a man to shreds, get tangled in its soft web. Stories are the only creatures to escape from the net. One tells itself: To love just one, and lose that love, and find it fugitive, hiding from itself, terrifiedContinue reading “The Flimsy Net”
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Sit with me for a minute
Sit with me for a minute Let us catch our breath before the parade of life starts up again Before the crowd comes back between us and all their noise drowns out the beating of our hearts Before we take off one set of masks and replace them with another let us share a nakedContinue reading “Sit with me for a minute”
Words of Joyce Dancing
and with the fanciful words of Joyce dancing in my eyes and in my brain only the sounds of heartbeat and breathing are left for attempting to keep myself sane water inside and water outside and water that covers the earth some made for swimming and some made for drinking and some made for drowningContinue reading “Words of Joyce Dancing”
Building Palaces
There is no place now that is safe for my gaze No soft landing for my eyes Once things turn hard it’s hard to make them soft again It’s cold enough to crack my lips and fill my lungs with frozen molecules of whatever it takes to build these palaces to winter Continue reading “Building Palaces”
Saturday with Shakespeare
I think it was Shakespeare who first transcribed the immortal question: You want a beer? Or maybe the question was only implied by the imploring eyes of his portrait. As if, on cracking open a cold bottle of beer and taking a healthful gulp, he thinks: Is this the last one? And, if so, theContinue reading “Saturday with Shakespeare”
