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”

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”