November 4, 2019
Alongside over a billion discarded lives with each using the other to climb out
As I crawl through the tunnel I see others behind me. I kick out the support beams and let the tunnel collapse so I cannot be followed
“In my mind’s eye my thoughts start fires in your cities.” Charles Manson.
October 31, 2019
Lauren woke up alone.
Her husband Frank had left, as he did every weekday, without saying goodbye. He had silenced his 5:50 AM alarm, showered, dressed, and left. Frank was the Vice President of Dealer Sales at the local branch of Second Civic National Bank. He never talked about what he did there and she never asked. It was a place as distant from Lauren as the jungles of Borneo.
October 25, 2019
Spraaaaawled. Weren’t you, Salma? What do you remember of that night? I know you don’t want to. Black and white and blue. Concrete on the sofa with your vision fixed. From left to right across the mantelpiece, I sing what you saw: you graduated with a 2:2, the stones in ancient archways, uncrumbled, beige, sloppy, slim and black, your gown, your glowing face under the light of the sun you thought you owned,
October 23, 2019
“I’d really love to break your heart”
-Tears for Fears, “Shout”
“There is no fear in love: but perfect love casteth out fear. (1 John 4: 18)”
-quoted in “The Oxytocin-Vasopressin Pathway in the Context of Love and Fear” by C. Sue Carter
“Man is always a wizard to man, and the social world is at first magical,”
-Jean-Paul Sartre, “The Emotions: Outline of a Theory”