Straight from the airport, Nearly two breathes of London air, You were the first person I spoke to. And my first words, “Hello, I stink. Can I use your shower?” Best pick-up line ever.
Deus Ex Machina
Earth Sheep
Those of you who know me deeply, know that my father is not well. And his erratic behaviours are but a summation of his discontent. Born June 17, 1939 (yes, the year World War II began), he's nearing the end of his good years, and at times, the end of his good nature. Times like... Continue Reading →
Ode to an old home
There is a wooden door, With old hinges, And with relentless coastal winds, Rocks its familiar creak. Smooth slabs of false stone, Wait patiently for the perfect moment, On the most London of days, To splice my leg in one swift slip. Moss fills the gaps, Where nature sees negligence. And on this cold December... Continue Reading →
Was it?
When I run in foreign places I find men animalize to take my attention; ancient hormones play out wonderfully rude. And as I loathe every one of them, I find a perverse delight in disappointing their ego. Sometimes I flash an aggressively mocking face. Other times I indulge in my child's mind and stick out... Continue Reading →
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