Don’t look like that. I know I’ve been gone for a while. I was, um, reading. Yep, I took a break to read the fuck out of some books, and get that total that I wanted for this year’s list. Plus I felt I’d been prattling without knowing for far too long – I took… Continue reading Of Babies, and of Women
Like just about any poetry I write, hell, like just about Anything I write, I have a strong suspicion this is subconsciously plagiarized :S. But oh well. —- Let us gnaw. Let us quietly chew away At the ideas that make us, That break us, that defined who we are Before we broke the mould… Continue reading Um, poem.
A small, black-haired boy sleeps on my arm these days. My head is on the pillow – his pillow is the softest part of my triceps and the pad of fat accompanying it. His little head is cushioned softly, his soft hair tickling me under my chin. My arm is thrown out always to accompany… Continue reading baby.