I told my parents you won’t be having any potatoes when you come over, you say as I swallow peanuts one half at a time over the phone. You say things like that sometimes not knowing how I banged my head when I tipped the scale last summer and lied about it after.
nine and a half meters; a foreseeable twenty more years, sixty-three square meters, and a large sink where she would hand wash the nappies, never again shall she descend the stairs to a laundry room, and the vows — about three minutes each (rambling as he would — that an altar has to be so much like a stage)
Who here has seen it? Who could recognise it? Who dare mention it? Headache, sore throat, loss of taste: It looks ‘foreign’ to me.
IN MEMORIAM to all those who have risked and lost remember the gods have left us to go our own way to all those who have sailed away remember failure is human error and you know why the gods have gone and left us and we have gone our own way to all those countless … Continue reading The Death of Pallas
The origin of Man is SheWho with her lovely feetBreathed life into our veins and nervesAnd made our limbs completeShe says her Love is Latin—And she believes in Love When minds are gripped with fire and flameAnd ancient towers fallenA shepherd in a land of yoreYields all to its callingHe says his Love is Latin—And … Continue reading Love is Latin