I Cannot Love Like a Leper

I love like a leper. Putting all the odd bits and bobs of me out on a shelf, an eye, an ear, a favored toe. Hobbling about on twinned islands, made for lamed people like us. Painting other's faces with mercury, gazing with one longing good eye across the strait, from our baths of virgins … Continue reading I Cannot Love Like a Leper

Nimrod’s Lips

Broken. All my words broken. Asunder and cracking. A slinger hurling stone against my forehead, Breaking me. I had one language; and this I began to do: Nothing was restrained from me, which I had imagined to do. Now, my thoughts, like a people speaking the same language, scattered. You came down. Confounded my language. … Continue reading Nimrod’s Lips

Subjective Grey Matter

Bartholemew expected better - he told K so, in uncertain terms (the voice wavered, of course, doing the immaterial boogaloo). K had taken the wheel, was drifting around the road, crossing lanes with abandon "There's nobody on the road!" gleeful shouting, wide eyed, hair twisting like opposed electrons, wandering along opposite turns - "Look, Locke - … Continue reading Subjective Grey Matter