A Beautiful Wife
Ed looks at the photo and says, your wife is gorgeous as if she were a snazzy Rolex picked up for next to nothing on the Net. You should see her in the morning, I reply, with traces of Kubuki… Read more ›
Ed looks at the photo and says, your wife is gorgeous as if she were a snazzy Rolex picked up for next to nothing on the Net. You should see her in the morning, I reply, with traces of Kubuki… Read more ›
شعرهاى من چون فلزى كه با ليمو درخشان شده صيقلى و روشن است. گرچه آرزو دارند دنيا را بيبينند ولى من ميخواهم آنها را براى خيش نگه دارم. نا گفته نماند كه در اين گردش دو دلار بدست آورده اند،… Read more ›
قصائدي من نحاس لامع عندما تمسح بالليمون تشع بريقا حاولت أن أحتفظ بها لنفسي لكنها أبت إلا أن ترى العالم لتحفظ نفسها بنفسها حتى الآن كسبت دولارين فقط دون احتساب عمولة (راي) ترى كيف ستتدبر أمرها؟
Latón pulido son mis poemas, frotados con limón hasta que brillan. Intenté tenerlos en mi rebozo, pero el mundo querían ver, el sustento ganar. Hasta ahora sólo han hecho dos dólares, menos la comisión de Ray. Me pregunto, ¿como sobrevirán?… Read more ›
Mes poèmes sont faits en laiton poli, frottés avec citrons afin qu’ils brillent. J’ai essayé de les garder por moi-même, mais ils voulaient voir le monde, gagner de quoi vivre. Deux dollars ils ont gagné jusqu’ici sans compter la commission… Read more ›
When it comes to age, we’re all in sweet denial. A jury bribed to overlook the evidence has ruled that we’re still young. It’s just a number, right, says Tommy, my Greek barber, don’t count the summers, you knock a… Read more ›
Turn off your iphone. Come to my world. Feel the mud ooze up between your toes as we cross a soggy meadow. Learn to tell small lies that can’t be verified. Have a chance encounter with a handsome stranger in… Read more ›
She was pleased he’d brought her favorite flower, tulips. She held them like a reigning monarch and pecked him on both cheeks. He searched for traces of her former beauty and found them only in her steel-grey eyes. She’d noticed… Read more ›
She had the good grace to die young before the grueling desert sun melted the kohl around her eyes and creased her face like a crumpled paper bag. Her beauty’s sealed up tight beneath the bands of linen like a… Read more ›