Monthly Archives: November 2016
At midnight, not a flicker; it’s still burning, blank and unobtrusive on my desk. No presence to be taken in or tended: a flame that’s conquered night but lost its breath. Advertisements
They lined the pit with well-cut planks, and when the body was laid in, they roofed it close with more wood. Then they heaped earth down, to preserve the corpse, worthy vessel of its soul, from rain and time’s ruin. … Continue reading
You know the cure but you can’t take it. Something blocks you – something, nothing: the slightest, slenderest wall of glass keeps you from stepping out of hell and into the full monty, double-whammy, ding-dong-daddy of life in the world. … Continue reading
Still standing on that hill, watching our corrupted dreams drive away.