A SLING BACK TO SALLY. (MS. BOWLES, ONCE THE TOAST OF MAYFAIR ) AFTER ISHERWOOD.

  Guiltless, work less, here in this deep end, in this sling back to the not-so-selective slung back, this slum, this time of rebounds, of reverberations, KitKats and ghettos. Wilkommen, Bienvenue, Welcomeโ€ฆ to the deep end, where the guilt is less, less selective, less to depend on, more flexible, less to wear, less of the […]

PAINTING

  On comes the light and I reach out for the taste of morning in an orange orchid that unfolds a sash of summerโ€™s stock to tie its threads around the ears of anxious. On comes the morning and I stretch emerald strokes onto a light canvas pulled out across grouchy grasses that cannot see […]

THORNS

  I climb trees to forlese the briar and catch the soil from this birdโ€™s eye view, but my sight is not the same as sad sparrow so I cannot see if something is stirring in the rat race below and yet said sparrow can spot the worm before he enters up into the air […]