#Poetry

Beautiful poem. > The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! > Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast, > Warm breath, light whisper, tend…

Beautiful. > You do not have to be good. > You do not have to walk on your knees > For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. > You only have to…

Damn. What a powerful poem. If there was ever a poem for the present moment. > Turning and turning in the widening gyre > The falcon cannot hear the falconer…

: > I have always put my faith in poetry, have come to it for answers. (I have never understood the shame, in poets, in admitting this.) And there was no one e…

The heart wants what it wants.…

Rudyard Kipling, Michael Caine, and the Testicle-Punching Self-Help Industrial Complex I woke up and, like any good, sane, and sensible human being, I picked u…