Monthly Archives: July 2012

More Lies 0

Sometimes I say I’m going to meet my sister at the café—
even though I have no sister—just because it’s such
a beautiful thing to say.

Insomniac 1

There are some nights when sleep plays coy, aloof and disdainful. And all the wiles that I employ to win its service to my side are useless as wounded pride, and much more painful. – Maya Angelou Postscript: This one is for all of you who, like me, are unable to sleep some nights, or […]

Nothing’s As It Should Be 0

The fiddle is not fit.
The bells, never clear.
The honey’s never sweet.