
12 (Going in Blind) this is always the hard part going in blind opening a book you knownothing about, authorless,sans cover and plot, butrife with nondescripttheme, pellucidinnuendo; bleak, beautiful, barrenas a salt […]
12 (Going in Blind) this is always the hard part going in blind opening a book you knownothing about, authorless,sans cover and plot, butrife with nondescripttheme, pellucidinnuendo; bleak, beautiful, barrenas a salt […]
11 (Paper Doll) I am a terrible liar;I can’t convince myself of the falsehoods Inow know to be true I wandered mazes of concern and fear,looking for a way through, questions asked,repeated, […]
10 (You) sometimes incoming messages filterthrough clouds of mistranslationuntil the message becomes nothingmore than its own response, “we can’t talk right now,“you understand…” we were nine minus 1 then1 flew the coop, […]
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 […]
5 (Singularity) before a dark room made ofmystery, in doubt andno small measure of denial I wonder, I feel so vague,almost knowing something,not quite discerning,knowing nothing knowing this: 7+1 = 8 within […]
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 […]