Category Life and Death

Styx and stones may break my bones

“I cannot bring myself to do it; I cannot bring myself.” And yet he does. Finding a token for the fare man. “Styx and stones may break my bones,” He hunches his body against the Window Watching the shadows reflected on the Glass wall. “I have been a journeyman drawing in The water; Cast now […]

Cross Town

Cross Town Morning, And back to back the Sabbaths Ignore each other into night. It’s workaday, workaday And the perilous journey cross town. Cross town Without a star, Cross town, Where the hill has been consumed, Cross town Where the modern buffalos hunt him Sorting fumes, screeching at each other. There is an eight hour […]

Are the commandments always the same?

“The shoe Forks Lightening And Thunder From the Mountain While two hands full Of sentences, indeterminate in duration, Count them, One for each finger (But nothing for my toes) Come tumbling down Down, Down softly to float on undivided waters To fill our pillows And to make tickings in our ears. They need neither stone […]

The Painted Mirror

The Painted Mirror “The room surrounded him: Objects of desire Obtained by firing his imagination And hiring in its stead A head of numbers and receipts.” We are not designed to live alone, and in fact we don’t. Our efficiency, one room and a half apartment, holds our costumes and our play things, and we […]

He seeped into himself

We are often lonely together

The destruction of community

There was a time when if I saw a man being abusive to a woman, I could with some confidence, intervene verbally. If he got angry with me, I could continue my verbal intervention, or walk away…if he got physically aggressive towards me, I could reasonably count on other bystanders coming to my aid. Today, […]

From the Hunched Man, page 3

my discover that we die