Sometimes the Boar Eats You
Feb 20th
Dearest Angeline,
On the 12th of May, pack your essentials and the board the train to Calvington. You’ll pack seven bathing suits, whereas my cunning self shall pack none. Note that we shall spend one week with the Livington-Grambles and then head out to Wembley where Lord Morrie Tad Barbie shall host us. Oh, how you [...]
Miss Anthropy
Feb 17th
I live for myself only.
I stare into space.
I think. I dream.
Alone does not necessarily
mean lonely.
I have no obligations.
I stare at the clock.
The seconds tick by marking time
but it means nothing to me.
I have nowhere to go. I am free.
I do as I please.
No one requires of me, no one demands.
I shrug off their kisses, their [...]
Cicles
Feb 3rd
Snow slides in fatside funnel dance.
Please somebody and tell the birds
And the salt man too
Yesterday and tomorrow
are similar; not same
My apologies to beaks
A butterfly bruise for your
bicep or mine might
not cut it
or paste over holy
that gaping ozone
tear
