Poetry: The Sunlight on the Garden by Louis MacNeice
The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute
The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute
Last week I started an experiment to play with memory and predictions. I was curious about how much I could remember and how certain I was about my…
Embrace by Billy Collins You know the parlor trick. Wrap your arms around your own body and from the back it looks like someone is embracing you, her…
What were you doing yesterday at say 4:30pm? What will you be doing tomorrow at the same time? Here is a neat experiment. This week I will…
We are bored in the city, there is no longer any temple of the sun! How many times have you walked at evening, Taxi Street to Rue No Fun, Past the post office steps where lovers sprawled like sensual corpses intend us