Ever the lady,she neatly weavesthe tattered threadsof her torn lifeinto a patternof false smiles,displayedconvincingly…
Don’t tell me I look serious That makes me thinkPeople say I’m serious,when I feel I am not
An Uncomfortable Poem.
Kicked your dog? Beaten your wife, husband, kids?Cheated on your spouse, your…
for Fernando Pessoa
Not ever me, but of me.
There are endless second acts in American lives.
“Perhaps a lunatic was just a minority of one.” George Orwell