Monthly Archives: April 2016

Yes, I know. Cervantes and Shakespeare died the very same day. The greatest writers of these great languages passed synchronously. I was aware of that. I have an alibi. I was not on the continent nor on the island at … Continue reading →

Five were accused of initiating the Natchez Dance Hall Holocaust, none found guilty. The fire was an accident. But it could have been stopped. Lives could have been saved. Fuel had doused the walls which fueled the fire and windows … Continue reading →

Billy Shakes has been dead for four hundred years but you wouldn’t know it from all the talk. Everybody knows his name. Everybody knows his work. Every student curses them both if they know enough English. Shakes thrives in every … Continue reading →

That dream wasn’t about you. You barely even appeared in it. I wasn’t focusing on you or what you said yesterday or what it signified in any way at all. I haven’t been plagued with thoughts about our conversation or … Continue reading →

You smug little thing. You didn’t think it could happen to you did you? You thought you could keep it up forever and never get caught? You honestly believed your fraud would escape everyone’s notice? Dummy. It was just a … Continue reading →

My mother is cleaning out papers rooting out the parts of the past that no longer interest her. She is showing me reports from my high school and before, evidence of an education I cannot recall. "Do you remember drawing … Continue reading →

When I told you that I loved you that you meant everything to me, when I said I could never leave you I spoke true with every fiber of my being at the time. I’ve changed. You have too and … Continue reading →

A man with ragged bags and the smell of stale urine – somehow worse than fresh urine – began talking in my general direction. He may have been speaking to me but I neglected to dislodge my headphones so heard … Continue reading →

Well, you did it this time, didn’t you? Your suspicions and theories of conspiracies and ridiculous ideologies, they left us in this situation and there doesn’t seem to be any way out. Why couldn’t you trust? Where was your potential … Continue reading →

Dammit, the author has got to make up her mind. In Stanza 203 she writes "I do not believe what Stan says for Stan is one letter away from the Great Deceiver," but just a few pages before, Stanza 187 … Continue reading →