So should you happen to scorn or fail to comprehend or accept who I am, respect my soul, and what I have and haven't done, as I respect life and love itself.
Lesbo Manifesto
My inner clod
I have to say, my inner clod did a grand job with the dusting. Pity about the feet of clay.
Light relief
The best we can hope for on a Monday is zombie-like efficiency. This means that although the job will get done efficiently, there will be sacrifices. We normally have to contend with an absence of happiness and severe poetry deprivation.
Meh, and the fuck-it generation
They have been validated by the sophistry that everything is defined by how the egocentric individual feels about it.
Lisboa is a woman
She surprises me with... a more expansive than imagined body, heart and soul.
Why make presentations?
Clearly, the rational human being has no say in this decision; the ego merely forces her to submit a proposal with haste.
Alfie might know
No one named Alfie is going to walk out of the ether and give me a coherent and comprehensive answer to that question.
Kyrie, eleison
Father, forgive me, for indulging in silence and in solitude.
“Be Italian!”
The quotation in the title comes from a song, from the 2009 musical film, Nine, sung by singer Fergie. In the film she plays the part of Saraghina. The song is giving advice to pubescent boys on how to make a woman happy in a delightfully sensuous way, if one ignores all associated stereotypes about... Continue Reading →
#aptrad2016
Note: The 4,100 words which follow contain my observations alone. You may see things differently, although I do hope that at least something strikes a chord. If you cannot stomach a text this long - a text I felt compelled to write - be glad that I put the poem and its translation at the... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 