Daily Archives: September 16, 2014

(Lyrical Labours of Love, Dread and Bloodshed) … Strangle the lion ’til it’s dead. Kill the Hydra (all nine heads). Trap the deer and capture the pig (you’re almost halfway there, now dance a jig.) Clean all the crap from … Continue reading →

  …   We call it ashes and smear it on our foreheads, an elegy in ebony for some sloe shadowed song. Starless, we stretch our velvet hands to stand at the center of midnight, fight dusk with the last … Continue reading →

…. if I have some things worth saying, and I write them all down, scattered soldiers stripped in black and born in tattered rows, will you breathe them? do you suppose ………I could leave them with you for safe ……………….-keeping? … Continue reading →

….. Perfume laughs and bugs the heck outta me, revs ………my ol’ factory into over -drive, buzzes ’round my nostrils like a honey hive with a hostile sting. See, here’s the thing? My smeller? Most days makes me wanna choke. … Continue reading →

Cinderella, dressed in yella went upstairs to kiss a fella. Made a mistake, kissed a snake. How many doctors did it take?  …. One might as well ask how many licks it takes to get to the center of a … Continue reading →

    There was no ……………………….Diddle, diddle, see? Sure, me and that hot ………………Dish have been spooning for years ……………………………….but it’s purely platonic. Cat only plays the viola. (And by the way, stories of Cow’s stellar celestial leap …………………are greatly … Continue reading →