Ink Heist

9 (Salad Days) “My salad days,When I was green in judgment,cold in blood…”Wm. Shakespeare – Antony and Cleopatra nostalgia is a fickle bitch, only usefulin the company of drinking strangers,those who’ve known […]

8 (Line) line what’s that line from that moviewhere the hero lived to die aloser? or the one from that western wherethe man in black rode off happy intosunset, while the man […]

7 (City Mouse, Country Mouse) to speak not at all is tospeak too much fear,to welcome it in from the cold,a New York minutewhen you knew it all wasperched on the edge […]

Interlude #1 what do we think of Carpenter’s Farm,of the changes in Olly? (we don’t even know him yet) what do we think?better question yet to ask, what thehell do we know? […]

6 (Stranger) you’re stuck in the over-stretched skin of a stranger,your face too tight, your balls two sizes smaller,you’re quite unapproachable in this state the stranger knows who you are,wants to be […]

4 (True Lies) “Is that you, baby,Or just a brilliant disguise?”Bruce Springsteen sometimes the lie thatlies in your hand,less blatant than the lie thatlives in yesterday’s heartbeat,is yet more notable forits rigid […]

3 (Hand-Me-Downs) Wallflowers alwayshave the best seat inthis house,and while I’m no flower,I’m no participant,merely observer,alone,clinging to a wall ofconcealing shadow,making crucialdecisions about thingsI can’t see clearly,blinded in exile, in darknessSuffering is […]