Ill fate or just unlucky or just the dead with all their tacky clothes and loud music? I was reading Anne Sexton today and found these lines in her poemThe Truth the Dead Know which seemed a rather lot when you get down to it what their their odd habits and bad odors and […]
“4and1″ ZJC (2006)
One of the curious things about Great White Sharks is their habit of searching for boats. Like a cat exploring a new object they rub their blunt noses around the rudder and keel and then raise themselves horizontal, bringing their entire heads out of the water. The Great White will then […]
I have been thinking in the last hour or so about the strange interest some poets have about bullets (the pointy sharp killing thing, not the black dots on the edge of certain lists) and how there is certain macho posturing I tend to tisk-tisk (usually the “I’m such a Don Juan” type) and then […]