Monthly Archives: January 2012

In the Land of the Incontinent There are many islands Surrounded by the Ocean of Shame Each has its own flag Mine – a sabre in equipoise over a leg bag Ready to cut off a strap or a connector, … Continue reading →

I remember yellow roses in his hand As he feeds me brie and berries Under a cherry tree Pink petals landing on his hair After my lover died Someone told me that if I tried harder I wouldn’t be so … Continue reading →