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no more about the liar-in-chief the idea is so averse to new verses no more bestowing of cleverness no gold rings for the nose of this pig writing cannot undo mass hypnosis it’ll never change minds of the duped no need for facts, as a matter of fact I’ll just keep my sights aimed higher…
Quote from Oscar Wilde’s ‘An Ideal Husband’ “How many men there are in modern life who would like to see their past turning to white ashes before them?” We used to discuss those things quite seriously. I remember this one in particular because: A whimsical touch swallow wing flash on waters of eloquence the tone…
I turn off the lights then I turn on the radio I lay on the floor and my eyes are drawn to the window I guess you never knew that it’s my daily attitude I avoid meeting people outside ’cause I don’t wanna mix their voices with yours in my head I walk with a…
“The Power of the Fragile” by Mohamed Toukabri. Photo © Christian Tandberg The last time I saw my mother she was in a hospice bed, barely alive; I can’t remember the year. I grabbed her hand, muttered “Bye, Ma”, left the room, drove to the airport. The last, and perhaps only, time I remember my…
Daddy’s shoe, what do we do, he’s long since gone, Daddy’s shoe, the one he wore when he picked us up from the corner store, He’s a ghost now, invisible, we hear him in the halls, if our voices had walls, he’d be rapping on them, Daddy’s shoe, he’s the fear we knew, too trembling…