Your shadow casts my presence on the wall, breathing gently.
The itch to be out of what one is in at the moment with the idea that there is something better, is Hope. Human Life is a condition of irritation arising from the feed from the outer world through our … Continue reading
I have a deep down, abiding faith in nothing. My unassailable, immovable lack of belief is especially profound with regards to the inherent goodness of man.
I have been eating lead paint my entire life. As a toddler I would gnaw on the stairwell baluster of our WWI era home. The successive layers of black, white and red were smoothly worn through and had a sweetish … Continue reading
Our senses are our masters. The Great Tempters; make us cry out, “I want. I want.” Orifices agape for stimuli, vibrate to suggestion. This is the day of the sugar, salt and grease aesthetic. Saturated synapses. Deep-fried.
My late counterpart is Catherine Sloper or Madame LaFarge. Ladies waiting, one for a knock at the door, the other for the sound of metal cleaving bone, then, the satisfying “thump”. Both ply their particular needles as they wait for … Continue reading