Archive for September, 2017

Saturday, September 30th, 2017


What was written in wool
has unravelled –

Friday, September 29th, 2017


I let my horse drink while I try to think of my lady’s beautiful eyes.

Thursday, September 28th, 2017


I wade the autumnal shoals to drink my horse and gloomily gloomily stand amidst mists brumal –

Wednesday, September 27th, 2017


In the sky there is a beautiful absence
of words. Some of the best times I ever enjoyed
have been when I was reading it.

Tuesday, September 26th, 2017


You’ll learn nothing from this.
But I want you to watch.
It’s like a foreign language.
I am happy. We all are.

Monday, September 25th, 2017


“All this swish and tit gets my nose up. I shall have to fetch it off tonight, Squire. Had me Cherrybums out today, always makes me randified.”

Sunday, September 24th, 2017


If you would not be starved by cruel masters.
At times I am so pent up with anger.
Be obedient. Do not drink.

Saturday, September 23rd, 2017


Dear friend. Fanny and Clarissa embrace.
England is looking good. Chatter in floral hats and applause all around.

Friday, September 22nd, 2017


Buried somewhere near here in the sand are the bones of soldiers
Never mind how once they were esteemed – You don’t want to envy them that esteem

Thursday, September 21st, 2017



On the shelf in Edith’s room is an array of glass phials filled with tears she has shed while watching television.