Drifts in the Attic

Women are like teabags. We don't know our true strength until we are in hot water!

...sideshow geek chewing head of a snake...

Child labor and poverty are inevitably bound together and if you continue to use the labor of children as the treatment for the social disease of poverty, you will have both poverty and child labor to the end of time.

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

How were you to know,

alone in a frothy

milky mist

That someone else

made me

stalk off

Like

the Crown Prince of Narcissism

not you.

I did not look back,

Just pushed open the door,

And walked down Murray.

I should have

And your remembering makes that plain

I should have looked back

Should have run back

And given you a hug.

You might be surprised that

I remember that Sunday morning

As well